Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 sider |
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Side 13
... Soldiers unpaid ; fearful to fight , yet bold In dangerous mutiny . These things to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline : But still the house affairs would draw her thence ; - Which ever as she could with haste dispatch , She'd come ...
... Soldiers unpaid ; fearful to fight , yet bold In dangerous mutiny . These things to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline : But still the house affairs would draw her thence ; - Which ever as she could with haste dispatch , She'd come ...
Side 41
... soldier's sepulchre . * * The above poem has been variously printed in different editions : the Editor has chosen the reading he considers most spirited and el- egant . ANTONY'S ORATION OVER CESAR'S BODY . SHAKSPEARE . Friends , Romans ...
... soldier's sepulchre . * * The above poem has been variously printed in different editions : the Editor has chosen the reading he considers most spirited and el- egant . ANTONY'S ORATION OVER CESAR'S BODY . SHAKSPEARE . Friends , Romans ...
Side 53
... soldier's pleasure ! Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure ; - Sweet is pleasure after pain . Sooth'd with the sound , the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again : And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he slew the ...
... soldier's pleasure ! Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure ; - Sweet is pleasure after pain . Sooth'd with the sound , the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again : And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he slew the ...
Side 61
... soldiers , I am a souc'd gurnet . I have misus'd the king's press damnably . I have got in exchange of an hundred and fifty sol- diers , three hundred and odd pounds . I press me none but good householders - yeomen's sons ; inquire me ...
... soldiers , I am a souc'd gurnet . I have misus'd the king's press damnably . I have got in exchange of an hundred and fifty sol- diers , three hundred and odd pounds . I press me none but good householders - yeomen's sons ; inquire me ...
Side 73
... swing . For fear the ROGUE's relations , or a friend , Might steal him from the rope's disgraceful end , ' A smart young SOLDIER watch'd the Thief and string . This Son of MARS , upon his silent station , 7 IN ELOCUTION . 73.
... swing . For fear the ROGUE's relations , or a friend , Might steal him from the rope's disgraceful end , ' A smart young SOLDIER watch'd the Thief and string . This Son of MARS , upon his silent station , 7 IN ELOCUTION . 73.
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angel Antium Arcot arms battle behold bliss blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar CARDINAL WOLSEY Cassius Cesar cloud Coriolanus dark dead death deep divine dreadful earth Erin go bragh eternal eyes fair father fear feel friends give glory hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hell Hevey honour hope hour house of Bourbon human Hyder Ali Ithuriel Jesus king light live Lochiel look Lord lyre mind morn mountain nature never night noble o'er once pain peace Pharisees pool of Siloam praise pray proud rocks sacred Samaria Satan scene shade SHAKSPEARE sigh sight sleep smile soldiers song soul sound speak spirit stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tion truth twas unto vex'd virtue voice waters wave Waverly wild wings Zephon
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Side 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Side 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Side 43 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Side 42 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Side 42 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man.
Side 59 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 105 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Side 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
Side 53 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
Side 58 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, and monarchs tremble in their capitals ; the oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take of lord of thee, and arbiter of war,— these are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves — which mar alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.