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... , breve et efficax per exempla . " - Seneca . LONDON : PIPER , STEPHENSON AND SPENCE , ( LATE SHERWOOD , GILBERT ÅND PIPER , ) PATERNOSTER ROW . 1854 . 270.c.254 LONDON : PRINTED BY WERTHEIMER AND CO . FINSBURY CIRCUS.
... , breve et efficax per exempla . " - Seneca . LONDON : PIPER , STEPHENSON AND SPENCE , ( LATE SHERWOOD , GILBERT ÅND PIPER , ) PATERNOSTER ROW . 1854 . 270.c.254 LONDON : PRINTED BY WERTHEIMER AND CO . FINSBURY CIRCUS.
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... late years on the subject of elocu- tion , it must have occurred , I think , to many , -who , like myself , have been engaged in the more practical part of the art , that these works , with few excep- tions , fail in their object from a ...
... late years on the subject of elocu- tion , it must have occurred , I think , to many , -who , like myself , have been engaged in the more practical part of the art , that these works , with few excep- tions , fail in their object from a ...
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... late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is - that I leave No thing that claims a tear . And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea : But why should I ...
... late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is - that I leave No thing that claims a tear . And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea : But why should I ...
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... late ; For a laggard in love , and a dastard in war , Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar ! So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall , Among bridemen , and kinsmen , and brothers , and all ! Then spoke the bride's father , his ...
... late ; For a laggard in love , and a dastard in war , Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar ! So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall , Among bridemen , and kinsmen , and brothers , and all ! Then spoke the bride's father , his ...
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... late ? " " Ho ! rouse the sentinel from his sleep , Strict guard at every loop - hole keep ! " 64 And Man the towers ! " he would have said , But alas ! his early friends were dead , And his eagle glance was awed , And a frost , that ...
... late ? " " Ho ! rouse the sentinel from his sleep , Strict guard at every loop - hole keep ! " 64 And Man the towers ! " he would have said , But alas ! his early friends were dead , And his eagle glance was awed , And a frost , that ...
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Acres Adras Æsop arms art thou battle behold blood bosom brave breast brow Brutus Bull Cæsar Caius Verres Casca cheers cried dare dark dead dear death Doge dost doth dread Duke earth enemies eyes fate father fear feel fire Gabor Gaul gentleman give glory hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope HORACE SMITH hour justice king lady Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Mark Antony mind ne'er never night noble o'er once patricians peace pray proud R. B. SHERIDAN Rienzi rise Roman Rome Samian wine Scythians Shylock Sicily SIEGENDORF Sir Fret Sir Luc smile Sneer soldiers soul speak Speaker spirit sword tears tell thee thine thou hast thought throne traitor trembling Twas Tyke Venice voice wild word young Zounds
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Seite 261 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Seite 28 - 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 undiscovered 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...
Seite 35 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Seite 154 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
Seite 236 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Seite 259 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Seite 170 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...
Seite 174 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Seite 170 - 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.
Seite 18 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...