The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... Mind , gentlemen , he calls me a coward ; coward was the word , by my valour ! Sir Lucius . Well , sir ? Acres . Look'ee , Sir Lucius , ' tisn't that I mind the word coward— coward may be said in joke - But if you had called me a ...
... Mind , gentlemen , he calls me a coward ; coward was the word , by my valour ! Sir Lucius . Well , sir ? Acres . Look'ee , Sir Lucius , ' tisn't that I mind the word coward— coward may be said in joke - But if you had called me a ...
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... mind ? If not , why am I subject to His cruelty and scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn ? " Yet , let not this too much , my son , Disturb thy youthful breast ; This partial view of human - kind Is surely ...
... mind ? If not , why am I subject to His cruelty and scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn ? " Yet , let not this too much , my son , Disturb thy youthful breast ; This partial view of human - kind Is surely ...
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... mind ; for instance , ought the fleet of the Thames Yacht Club to be reinforced , in the event of a war with Russia , or should the Little Pedlington Yeomanry be called out , in case of a rupture with Prussia ? But these are merely ...
... mind ; for instance , ought the fleet of the Thames Yacht Club to be reinforced , in the event of a war with Russia , or should the Little Pedlington Yeomanry be called out , in case of a rupture with Prussia ? But these are merely ...
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... mind , And pins and needles running in our heads ! For oh ! the brain gets very dull and dry , Selling from morn till night for cash or credit ; Or with a vacant face and vacant eye , Watching cheap prints that Knight did never edit ...
... mind , And pins and needles running in our heads ! For oh ! the brain gets very dull and dry , Selling from morn till night for cash or credit ; Or with a vacant face and vacant eye , Watching cheap prints that Knight did never edit ...
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... mind , Of the white man's faith and love unkind . The moon of the harvest grew high and bright , As her golden horn pierced the cloud of white , — A footstep was heard in the rustling brake , Where the beech overshadowed the misty lake ...
... mind , Of the white man's faith and love unkind . The moon of the harvest grew high and bright , As her golden horn pierced the cloud of white , — A footstep was heard in the rustling brake , Where the beech overshadowed the misty lake ...
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Andy arms aweary behold beneath blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar Charles of Anjou cloud Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duchess d'Alençon Duke Durfy e'er Elderslie eyes father fear feel Fern friends give Gloc glory hand Hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Huguet Inchcape Rock Jacob JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Magyars Misther Dick morn mourn Murphy never night noble Norf o'er once pale pass'd pity poor Proc Rich Romeo rose Sampson scene shame shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrow soul Squire steeds stood sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing Thomas spurs thou thought Twas voice wild wind Wolsey yellow admiral young youth
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Страница 161 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it ; I have killed many ; I have fully glutted my vengeance ; for my country 1 rejoice at the beams of peace.
Страница 70 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Страница 176 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace ; Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King!
Страница 165 - That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Страница 176 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Страница 116 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Страница 101 - Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there — my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Страница 15 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Страница 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Страница 150 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!