A class-book of elocutionJohnstone and Hunter, 1853 - 360 sider |
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Side 22
... heaven by prayer . Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice , Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice , And say , " Behold , he prays ! " The saints , in prayer , appear as one , In word , and deed , and mind , When ...
... heaven by prayer . Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice , Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice , And say , " Behold , he prays ! " The saints , in prayer , appear as one , In word , and deed , and mind , When ...
Side 26
... heaven and earth were mòurners - the sún was clàd in bláck , -and if the inhàbitants of the earth were unmoved , the earth itself trembled under the awful lòad . There were féw to pay the Jewish compliment of rending their garments ...
... heaven and earth were mòurners - the sún was clàd in bláck , -and if the inhàbitants of the earth were unmoved , the earth itself trembled under the awful lòad . There were féw to pay the Jewish compliment of rending their garments ...
Side 32
... heaven , her stàrry tráin ; But néither brèath of mórn , when she ascènds With charm of earliest bírds ; nor rísing sùn On this delightful lánd ; nor hérb , frúit , flówer , Glistering with déw ; nor fràgrance after shówers ; Nor ...
... heaven , her stàrry tráin ; But néither brèath of mórn , when she ascènds With charm of earliest bírds ; nor rísing sùn On this delightful lánd ; nor hérb , frúit , flówer , Glistering with déw ; nor fràgrance after shówers ; Nor ...
Side 43
... hèaven and earth , if this be beyond me , it is nòt possible . What consequence , then , follows ? or can there be any ... heaven , by which the tímes and séasons ever uniformly pass ón ? Were this order ònce confounded , I could not ...
... hèaven and earth , if this be beyond me , it is nòt possible . What consequence , then , follows ? or can there be any ... heaven , by which the tímes and séasons ever uniformly pass ón ? Were this order ònce confounded , I could not ...
Side 45
... Heaven a death ! ' Tis not due yet ; and I would be loath to pay him before his day . What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ! Well , ' tis no matter - honour pricks me But how if honour prick me off when I come on ...
... Heaven a death ! ' Tis not due yet ; and I would be loath to pay him before his day . What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ! Well , ' tis no matter - honour pricks me But how if honour prick me off when I come on ...
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Side 45 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Side 283 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Side 330 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye.
Side 114 - The depth saith, It is not in me; and the sea saith, It is not with me. It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
Side 265 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Side 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 275 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Side 94 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die — to sleep — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Side 208 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
Side 299 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.