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... poor and distressed . And what makes the potions to the feverish patient less nauseous - what gives balm to the language of resignation , and im- parts the glow of pleasure to the wan and weary beggar , —when she is , in each case , the ...
... poor and distressed . And what makes the potions to the feverish patient less nauseous - what gives balm to the language of resignation , and im- parts the glow of pleasure to the wan and weary beggar , —when she is , in each case , the ...
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... sustained and enforced by the unfeeling insolence of office , to heave a mountain on his gigantic genius , and hide it from the world . - Poor and powerless attempt ! —The tables were turned . He rose 48 THE BRITISH ORATOR .
... sustained and enforced by the unfeeling insolence of office , to heave a mountain on his gigantic genius , and hide it from the world . - Poor and powerless attempt ! —The tables were turned . He rose 48 THE BRITISH ORATOR .
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... poor dependants , in the train of words ; — that he should express himself in hurried sentences , in involun- tary exclamations , by vehement gestures , by sudden starts and bursts of passion . Everything showed the agitation of his ...
... poor dependants , in the train of words ; — that he should express himself in hurried sentences , in involun- tary exclamations , by vehement gestures , by sudden starts and bursts of passion . Everything showed the agitation of his ...
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... poor heart into a momentary forgetfulness of sorrow . After strolling through the splendid rooms and giddy crowd with an air of utter abstraction , she sat herself down on the steps of an orchestra , and looking about for some time with ...
... poor heart into a momentary forgetfulness of sorrow . After strolling through the splendid rooms and giddy crowd with an air of utter abstraction , she sat herself down on the steps of an orchestra , and looking about for some time with ...
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... POOR widow , in a small town in the north of England , kept a booth , or stall , of apples and sweetmeats . She had an idiot child , so utterly helpless and dependent , that he did not appear to be ever alive to anger or self - defence ...
... POOR widow , in a small town in the north of England , kept a booth , or stall , of apples and sweetmeats . She had an idiot child , so utterly helpless and dependent , that he did not appear to be ever alive to anger or self - defence ...
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Страница 253 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Страница 252 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Страница 243 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Страница 247 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd. it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Страница 246 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, "this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Страница 202 - 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.
Страница 280 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Страница 253 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Страница 52 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers. 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 forever.
Страница 280 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.