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63. oldal
circumstances , that endear the parting scene — nothing to melt sorrow into those
blessed tears , sent , like the dews of Heaven , to revive the heart in the parching
hour of anguish . To render her widowed situation more desolate , she had ...
circumstances , that endear the parting scene — nothing to melt sorrow into those
blessed tears , sent , like the dews of Heaven , to revive the heart in the parching
hour of anguish . To render her widowed situation more desolate , she had ...
114. oldal
On its annual return , they will shed tears , copious , gushing tears , not of
subjection and slavery , not of agony and distress , but of exultation , of gratitude ,
and of joy . Sir , before God , I believe the hour is come . My judgment approves
this ...
On its annual return , they will shed tears , copious , gushing tears , not of
subjection and slavery , not of agony and distress , but of exultation , of gratitude ,
and of joy . Sir , before God , I believe the hour is come . My judgment approves
this ...
173. oldal
Could I find Something to tear — to rend , were worth it ! - - something Most
ravenous and bloody ! ... Tis but his lawful prey he tears : and that He finishes —
not mangles , and then leaves To live ! — They slander him who call him cruel :
He ...
Could I find Something to tear — to rend , were worth it ! - - something Most
ravenous and bloody ! ... Tis but his lawful prey he tears : and that He finishes —
not mangles , and then leaves To live ! — They slander him who call him cruel :
He ...
237. oldal
Name not the god , thou boy of tears . Cor . Measureless liar ! thou hast made my
heart Too great for what contains it . Boy ! - Cut me to pieces , Volscians ; men
and lads , Stain all your edges on me . Boy ! - If you have writ your annals true , '
tis ...
Name not the god , thou boy of tears . Cor . Measureless liar ! thou hast made my
heart Too great for what contains it . Boy ! - Cut me to pieces , Volscians ; men
and lads , Stain all your edges on me . Boy ! - If you have writ your annals true , '
tis ...
340. oldal
Yet once I had a father dear , A mother , too , I wont to prize , With ready hand to
wipe the tear , If chanced a childish tear to rise : But cause of tears was rarely
found ; ' For all my heart was youthful glee ; And , when the kiss of love went
round ...
Yet once I had a father dear , A mother , too , I wont to prize , With ready hand to
wipe the tear , If chanced a childish tear to rise : But cause of tears was rarely
found ; ' For all my heart was youthful glee ; And , when the kiss of love went
round ...
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affections appear arms bear better blood breath bring Brutus Cæsar Canute cause child comes common dead dear death deep dreadful duty earth elements England expression eyes face fair fall father fear feel fire follow force give grace hand hast head hear heard heart heaven hold honor hope hour human kind king Lady land learned leave light live look lord mean meet mind nature never night noble o'er once passions peace poor present reason round soul sound speak speech spirit stand sure tears Tell thee thing thou thought thousand tongue true truth vocal voice waves whole wife wish young
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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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