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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... tear ' thyself " Wilt drink up Esill ' ? eat a crocodile ' ? I'll do ' t ! -Dost thou come here to whine ' ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ' ? Be buried quick with her , and so will I` : And , if thou prate of mountains ...
... tear ' thyself " Wilt drink up Esill ' ? eat a crocodile ' ? I'll do ' t ! -Dost thou come here to whine ' ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ' ? Be buried quick with her , and so will I` : And , if thou prate of mountains ...
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... Tears in his 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 ...
... Tears in his 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 ...
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... tears are womanish ; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast . Thou hast amazed me : by my holy order , I thought thy disposition better tempered . 14. Macbeth . If it were done , when ' t is done , then ' t were well It ...
... tears are womanish ; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast . Thou hast amazed me : by my holy order , I thought thy disposition better tempered . 14. Macbeth . If it were done , when ' t is done , then ' t were well It ...
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... 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 a holy ...
... 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 a holy ...
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... tears ! - 10. There lies a sleeping city . God of dreams ! What an unreäl and fantastic world Is going on below ! Within the sweep of yon encircling wall , How many 44 SARGENT'S NEW FIFTH READER . War Summons of the Clan.
... tears ! - 10. There lies a sleeping city . God of dreams ! What an unreäl and fantastic world Is going on below ! Within the sweep of yon encircling wall , How many 44 SARGENT'S NEW FIFTH READER . War Summons of the Clan.
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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...
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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...
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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.