The Standard Fifth Reader: With a New Treatise on Elocution and an Explanatory Index, Containing Biographical Notices of Authors, &c, Део 2J.L Shorey, 1870 - 528 страница |
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... eyes and mine are never destined to see that miracle . The dismember- ment of this vast country without convulsion ' ! The breaking up of the fountains of the great deep without ruffling the sur- face ! Who is.so foolish ' I beg ...
... eyes and mine are never destined to see that miracle . The dismember- ment of this vast country without convulsion ' ! The breaking up of the fountains of the great deep without ruffling the sur- face ! Who is.so foolish ' I beg ...
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... eyes ? " 21. Queen . Hamlet , you have your father much offended . Hamlet . Mother , you have my father much offended . 22. If thou dost slander hêr and torture me , Never pray more` : abandon all remorse` . On horror's head ' horrors ...
... eyes ? " 21. Queen . Hamlet , you have your father much offended . Hamlet . Mother , you have my father much offended . 22. If thou dost slander hêr and torture me , Never pray more` : abandon all remorse` . On horror's head ' horrors ...
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... eyes , like stars , start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combin - ed locks to part , And each particular hair to stand on end , Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and ...
... eyes , like stars , start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combin - ed locks to part , And each particular hair to stand on end , Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and ...
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... eyes , distraction in his aspect , A broken voice , and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing ! For Hec'uba ! What's Hecuba to him , or he to Hecuba , That he should weep for her ? 8. The weakest ...
... eyes , distraction in his aspect , A broken voice , and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing ! For Hec'uba ! What's Hecuba to him , or he to Hecuba , That he should weep for her ? 8. The weakest ...
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... eye , That tears shall drown the wind . § 60. Exercises in Low Pitch . ( See § 41. ) 1. Tread softly ! bow the head ; In reverent silence bow ; No passing bell doth toll , Yet an immortal soul Is passing now . 2. Chillon ! thy prison is ...
... eye , That tears shall drown the wind . § 60. Exercises in Low Pitch . ( See § 41. ) 1. Tread softly ! bow the head ; In reverent silence bow ; No passing bell doth toll , Yet an immortal soul Is passing now . 2. Chillon ! thy prison is ...
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Aaron Burr American ancient Rome arms art thou Ashton Auvergne beautiful Bingen blood blow brave breath called Cassio CATAPHRACTS character Cicero clouds death Delivery Demosthenes dost earth expression eyes father fear feel force genius gentle give glory hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honor human Iago Index inflection justice king labor land liberty light Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Michael Cassio middle pitch mind mountains nation nature never night noble o'er Orotund Quality passions pauses peace PLAGUE OF EGYPT poem poet praise Pronounce pure Ravenswood rise scene sentence Shakespeare Shylock silent Sir Lucius slave slavery song soul sound speak speech spirit stanza style sword tears tell thee thine things thou thought tion tone true truth utterance voice vowel words young Zounds
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Страница 64 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Страница 67 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Страница 362 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Страница 131 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Страница 247 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice...
Страница 401 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Страница 46 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man...
Страница 276 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Страница 357 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Страница 247 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.