Rhetorical Dialogues: Or, Dramatic Selections for the Use of Schools, Academies, and FamiliesDurrie, & Peck, 1839 - 514 страница |
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... Dear Father , I ask for my mother in vain , Has she sought some far country , her health to regain , Has she left our cold climate of frost and of snow , For some warm sunny land , where the soft breezes blow ? " Father . Yes , yes ...
... Dear Father , I ask for my mother in vain , Has she sought some far country , her health to regain , Has she left our cold climate of frost and of snow , For some warm sunny land , where the soft breezes blow ? " Father . Yes , yes ...
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... dear liberty have bartered more Than worlds will rate for ? Gust . O liberty , heaven's choice prerogative ! True bond of law , thou social soul of property , Thou breath of reason , life of life itself ! For thee the valiant bleed . O ...
... dear liberty have bartered more Than worlds will rate for ? Gust . O liberty , heaven's choice prerogative ! True bond of law , thou social soul of property , Thou breath of reason , life of life itself ! For thee the valiant bleed . O ...
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... dear purpose , I have now proposed Thou shouldst return ; I pray thee , Marcius , do it ; And we shall meet again on nobler terms . Cor . Till I have cleared my honor in your council , And proved before them all , to thy confusion , The ...
... dear purpose , I have now proposed Thou shouldst return ; I pray thee , Marcius , do it ; And we shall meet again on nobler terms . Cor . Till I have cleared my honor in your council , And proved before them all , to thy confusion , The ...
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... dear Mary ! yes , thou wilt love me still . Mary . Love you ! though all the world conspired against you , though poverty and wounds had made you unjust to me , forgetful of yourself - though shame had scourged you .- ( He turns his ...
... dear Mary ! yes , thou wilt love me still . Mary . Love you ! though all the world conspired against you , though poverty and wounds had made you unjust to me , forgetful of yourself - though shame had scourged you .- ( He turns his ...
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... Dear , dear father ! Par . Ha ! be this the subject of my oath .- ( Puts his hand upon the child's head . ) - May this sweet child , the fountain of my hopes , become my bitterest source of misery -- may all my joy in him be turned to ...
... Dear , dear father ! Par . Ha ! be this the subject of my oath .- ( Puts his hand upon the child's head . ) - May this sweet child , the fountain of my hopes , become my bitterest source of misery -- may all my joy in him be turned to ...
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Страница 77 - 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 47 - ... 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,
Страница 47 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink ! ' I, as ^Eneas our great ancestor • Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Страница 48 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Страница 77 - Set in a note-book, learned and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Страница 75 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched 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...
Страница 47 - Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Страница 72 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Страница 47 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Страница 75 - I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.