The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... thou great Word , " Let there be light , and light was over all ; " Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon , When she deserts the night , Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light so ...
... thou great Word , " Let there be light , and light was over all ; " Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon , When she deserts the night , Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light so ...
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... thou and I were one ; I'll think it but a fond conceit- It cannot be , that thou art gone ! Thy vesper - bell hath not yet tolled : - And thou wert aye a masker bold ! What strange disguise hast now put on , To make believe that thou ...
... thou and I were one ; I'll think it but a fond conceit- It cannot be , that thou art gone ! Thy vesper - bell hath not yet tolled : - And thou wert aye a masker bold ! What strange disguise hast now put on , To make believe that thou ...
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... thou , Frost ? and whence are thy keen stores Deriv'd , thou secret all - invading Power , Whom even th ' illusive fluid cannot fly ? Is not thy potent energy , unseen , Myriads of little salts , or hook'd , or shap'd Like double wedges ...
... thou , Frost ? and whence are thy keen stores Deriv'd , thou secret all - invading Power , Whom even th ' illusive fluid cannot fly ? Is not thy potent energy , unseen , Myriads of little salts , or hook'd , or shap'd Like double wedges ...
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... thou ? ' Began the rev'rend sage : " Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain , Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or haply , prest with cares and woes Too soon thou hast began To wander forth , with me , to mourn The miseries of man . " The ...
... thou ? ' Began the rev'rend sage : " Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain , Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or haply , prest with cares and woes Too soon thou hast began To wander forth , with me , to mourn The miseries of man . " The ...
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... thou , according to thy oath and bond , Brought hither Henry Hereford , thy bold son ; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal , Which then our leisure would not let us hear , Against the Duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ? Gaunt ...
... thou , according to thy oath and bond , Brought hither Henry Hereford , thy bold son ; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal , Which then our leisure would not let us hear , Against the Duke of Norfolk , Thomas Mowbray ? Gaunt ...
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Andy arms aweary behold beneath blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar Charles of Anjou cloud Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duchess d'Alençon Duke Durfy e'er Elderslie eyes father fear feel Fern friends give Gloc glory hand Hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Huguet Inchcape Rock Jacob JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Magyars Misther Dick morn mourn Murphy never night noble Norf o'er once pale pass'd pity poor Proc Rich Romeo rose Sampson scene shame shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrow soul Squire steeds stood sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing Thomas spurs thou thought Twas voice wild wind Wolsey yellow admiral young youth
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Side 161 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it ; I have killed many ; I have fully glutted my vengeance ; for my country 1 rejoice at the beams of peace.
Side 70 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Side 176 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace ; Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King!
Side 165 - That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Side 176 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Side 116 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Side 101 - Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there — my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Side 15 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Side 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Side 150 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!