Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 страница |
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... dearest action in the tented field ; And little of this great world can I speak More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And , therefore , little shall I grace my cause , In speaking for myself ; yet , by your patience 12 ...
... dearest action in the tented field ; And little of this great world can I speak More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And , therefore , little shall I grace my cause , In speaking for myself ; yet , by your patience 12 ...
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... cause With a great deal of skill , and a wig full of learn- ing ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws , So fam'd for his talent in nicely discerning . In behalf of the Nose , it will quickly appear , And your lordship , he ...
... cause With a great deal of skill , and a wig full of learn- ing ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws , So fam'd for his talent in nicely discerning . In behalf of the Nose , it will quickly appear , And your lordship , he ...
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... cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone , And make her arm puissant as your own ! · Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return Thou patriot Tell - thou Bruce of Bannockburn . LOCHIEL'S WARNING . CAMPBELL ...
... cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone , And make her arm puissant as your own ! · Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return Thou patriot Tell - thou Bruce of Bannockburn . LOCHIEL'S WARNING . CAMPBELL ...
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... cause , When Albin her claymore indignantly draws ; When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd , Clanranald the dauntless , and Moray the proud ; All plaided and plumed in their Tartan array- WIZARD . -Lochiel , Lochiel , beware of ...
... cause , When Albin her claymore indignantly draws ; When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd , Clanranald the dauntless , and Moray the proud ; All plaided and plumed in their Tartan array- WIZARD . -Lochiel , Lochiel , beware of ...
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... cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason ! Bear with me : My heart is in the coffin there with Cesar ; And I must pause till it come back to ...
... cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason ! Bear with me : My heart is in the coffin there with Cesar ; And I must pause till it come back to ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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,
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Страница 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.