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105. oldal
I am sure I hated your poor dear uncle like a blackamoor , before we were
married ! and yet you know , my dear , what a good wife I made him . ” Such is my
learned friend ' s argument to a hair . But finding that this doctrine did not appear
to go ...
I am sure I hated your poor dear uncle like a blackamoor , before we were
married ! and yet you know , my dear , what a good wife I made him . ” Such is my
learned friend ' s argument to a hair . But finding that this doctrine did not appear
to go ...
295. oldal
Thou lingering star , with lessening ray , That lovest to greet the early morn ,
Again thou usherest in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . Oh Mary ! dear
departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See ' st thou thy lover lowly
laid ?
Thou lingering star , with lessening ray , That lovest to greet the early morn ,
Again thou usherest in the day My Mary from my soul was torn . Oh Mary ! dear
departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See ' st thou thy lover lowly
laid ?
352. oldal
He almost thought it spoke – he gazed Upon the treasure still ; Absorbed ,
delighted , and amazed , He view ' d the artist ' s skill . “ This picture is yourself ,
dear Jane , ' Tis drawn to nature true : I ' ve kiss ' d it o ' er and o ' er again , It is so
much ...
He almost thought it spoke – he gazed Upon the treasure still ; Absorbed ,
delighted , and amazed , He view ' d the artist ' s skill . “ This picture is yourself ,
dear Jane , ' Tis drawn to nature true : I ' ve kiss ' d it o ' er and o ' er again , It is so
much ...
385. oldal
DEAR Doctor ! let it not transpire , How much your lectures we admire ; How at
your eloquence we wonder , When you explain the cause of thunder , Of lightning
, and of electricity , With so much plainness and simplicity : The origin of rocks ...
DEAR Doctor ! let it not transpire , How much your lectures we admire ; How at
your eloquence we wonder , When you explain the cause of thunder , Of lightning
, and of electricity , With so much plainness and simplicity : The origin of rocks ...
414. oldal
Dear Mrs . B . Chops and tomato sauce . Yours , PICKWICK . ” Gentlemen , what
does this mean ? Chops and tomato sauce , yours , PICKWICK ! Chops ! gracious
heavens ! and tomato sauce ! Gentlemen , is the happiness of a sensitive and ...
Dear Mrs . B . Chops and tomato sauce . Yours , PICKWICK . ” Gentlemen , what
does this mean ? Chops and tomato sauce , yours , PICKWICK ! Chops ! gracious
heavens ! and tomato sauce ! Gentlemen , is the happiness of a sensitive and ...
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251. oldal - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
250. oldal - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
241. oldal - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
245. oldal - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd. it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
244. oldal - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, "this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
200. oldal - Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as .<Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar.
278. oldal - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
251. oldal - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
50. oldal - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
278. oldal - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The British orator |
| Szerző | Thomas King Greenbank |
| Kiadás éve: | 1849 |
| Eredeti forrása | Oxfordi Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2006. okt. 17. |
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