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... sorrows from thy own lips - but , I was deceiv'ed ; fo'r / that mo`ment she took her pipe , and told me such a tale of w`oe / wi'th it , that I rose up ' , and / † with broken and irregular steps ' , walked softly to my chaise ...
... sorrows from thy own lips - but , I was deceiv'ed ; fo'r / that mo`ment she took her pipe , and told me such a tale of w`oe / wi'th it , that I rose up ' , and / † with broken and irregular steps ' , walked softly to my chaise ...
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... 've , or will read her history / without sorrow . * : * This sentence , agreeably to Rule X. , page 12 , terminates with the rising inflexion . Concluding tone . Additional Note by the Author of Waverley . That Her 50 RHETORICAL READER .
... 've , or will read her history / without sorrow . * : * This sentence , agreeably to Rule X. , page 12 , terminates with the rising inflexion . Concluding tone . Additional Note by the Author of Waverley . That Her 50 RHETORICAL READER .
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... sorrow / ne'er feel the salt spr'ay ; But / ere we have reached our mer'idian , the ga ́le , From the point of ill - for'tune , may blo'w , And , the su'n of our be'ing ( all cheerless and p'ale ) May se't / in the wild wa'ves of wo`e ...
... sorrow / ne'er feel the salt spr'ay ; But / ere we have reached our mer'idian , the ga ́le , From the point of ill - for'tune , may blo'w , And , the su'n of our be'ing ( all cheerless and p'ale ) May se't / in the wild wa'ves of wo`e ...
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... sorrow ; But we steadfastly ga'zed on the face of the d'ead , And we bitterly thought - of the mor'row . We thought ( as we hollowed his narrow b ́ed , And smoothed down his lo`nely pillow ) That the fo'e and the stran`ger / would tread ...
... sorrow ; But we steadfastly ga'zed on the face of the d'ead , And we bitterly thought - of the mor'row . We thought ( as we hollowed his narrow b ́ed , And smoothed down his lo`nely pillow ) That the fo'e and the stran`ger / would tread ...
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... sorrow swell'ed , and , no'w and the'n , Dropped o'er her modest che`eks / a trickling te'ar ) The Roman l'egions lan'guished , and hard wa'r Felt more than pity ; even their chief himself , ( As on his high tribu'nal raised he s'at ) ...
... sorrow swell'ed , and , no'w and the'n , Dropped o'er her modest che`eks / a trickling te'ar ) The Roman l'egions lan'guished , and hard wa'r Felt more than pity ; even their chief himself , ( As on his high tribu'nal raised he s'at ) ...
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a'ge a'll a'nd accent an'd arms B'ut beauty behold Black Crows blessed bosom breath Brutus Cæsar called character cheerfulness Christian circumflex Concluding tone copula cried da'y dear death Deism delight e'ye earth Elocution English EXAMPLES eyes falling inflexion father feel give grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope human hyæna Joseph Hume kind living look Lord Lord Byron Lord Eldon m'an mind mother nature never night o'er once passion pause pity poetry poor pride pronounced pronunciation R. B. SHERIDAN requires rising inflexion rule Samian wine scene seemed sentence Sir Francis Burdett smile sorrow soul sound speak speech spirit Stalagmite sweet tears tender th'at thee thi's thing tho'se thou thought tion Twas virtue voice WASHINGTON IRVING wh'o whi'ch whole word
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Страница 102 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Страница 104 - 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 honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
Страница 249 - THERE was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which 'spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Страница 314 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Страница 86 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Страница 104 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Страница 255 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Страница 158 - 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 for ever.
Страница 291 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
Страница 106 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large...