The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... true - my honour . Do , Sir Lucius , edge in a word or two every now and then about my honour . Sir Lucius . Well , here they're coming . Acres . Sir Lucius - if I wa'n't with you , I should almost think I was afraid . If my valour ...
... true - my honour . Do , Sir Lucius , edge in a word or two every now and then about my honour . Sir Lucius . Well , here they're coming . Acres . Sir Lucius - if I wa'n't with you , I should almost think I was afraid . If my valour ...
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... prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon , When she deserts the night , Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light so necessary is to life , And almost life itself , if it be true That 6 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
... prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon , When she deserts the night , Hid in her vacant interlunar cave . Since light so necessary is to life , And almost life itself , if it be true That 6 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
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A. Cunningham. And almost life itself , if it be true That light is in the soul , She all in every part ; why was this sight To such a tender ball as the eye confined , So obvious and so easy to be quench'd ? And not , as feeling ...
A. Cunningham. And almost life itself , if it be true That light is in the soul , She all in every part ; why was this sight To such a tender ball as the eye confined , So obvious and so easy to be quench'd ? And not , as feeling ...
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... true , SOOT AND SENTIMENT . HIGH on the summit of a mansion's dome , Where rank and luxury had made their home , And pleasure with profusion well might cloy , High on that mansion sat an artless boy . The youth was dark of feature , in ...
... true , SOOT AND SENTIMENT . HIGH on the summit of a mansion's dome , Where rank and luxury had made their home , And pleasure with profusion well might cloy , High on that mansion sat an artless boy . The youth was dark of feature , in ...
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... true despair . Fierce passions from his redd'ning eye - balls dart , His lips with soot and tears alternate smart ; When straight a voice cried " Ain't you coming , ho ? " . To which that boy replied " Look out below ! " Then clasp'd ...
... true despair . Fierce passions from his redd'ning eye - balls dart , His lips with soot and tears alternate smart ; When straight a voice cried " Ain't you coming , ho ? " . To which that boy replied " Look out below ! " Then clasp'd ...
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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 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...
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