The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... bear my disappointment like a Christian . - Look'ee , Sir Lucius , there's no occasion at all for me to fight ; and if it is the same to you , I'd as lieve let it alone . Sir Lucius . Observe me , Mr. Acres - I must not be trifled with ...
... bear my disappointment like a Christian . - Look'ee , Sir Lucius , there's no occasion at all for me to fight ; and if it is the same to you , I'd as lieve let it alone . Sir Lucius . Observe me , Mr. Acres - I must not be trifled with ...
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... bear the kicks , cuffs , and abuse Of this base world , when he might cook his goose Upon his toasting - fork ? Or , who would care For half the motley groups which at him stare , Some morning early , stuck before the bench , When soda ...
... bear the kicks , cuffs , and abuse Of this base world , when he might cook his goose Upon his toasting - fork ? Or , who would care For half the motley groups which at him stare , Some morning early , stuck before the bench , When soda ...
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... - This noble truth shall thrill : - " The Bear once more has triumph'd , Spreading misery and ill . Oh ! the Austrians are brave , But the Russians - braver still ! " Yes ! our allied friends are noble , And I 22 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
... - This noble truth shall thrill : - " The Bear once more has triumph'd , Spreading misery and ill . Oh ! the Austrians are brave , But the Russians - braver still ! " Yes ! our allied friends are noble , And I 22 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
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... bear her safe , through dark Eske's fords , And leave me to cope with her kinsmen's swords . ' Proud looked the steed , and had braved the flood Had it foam'd a full mile wider ; Turn'd his head in joy , and his eye seem'd to say , " I ...
... bear her safe , through dark Eske's fords , And leave me to cope with her kinsmen's swords . ' Proud looked the steed , and had braved the flood Had it foam'd a full mile wider ; Turn'd his head in joy , and his eye seem'd to say , " I ...
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... bear ? Think of the wild cry of joy which ran along our coasts at the last general announcement of peace ; what a cry was that ! how strangely in it agony and joy were mingled ! A people who had been brought up from infancy in scenes of ...
... bear ? Think of the wild cry of joy which ran along our coasts at the last general announcement of peace ; what a cry was that ! how strangely in it agony and joy were mingled ! A people who had been brought up from infancy in scenes of ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Acres Andy arms battle behold beneath Blaney blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar clouds cold Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duke e'er earth eyes father fear feel Fern fight friends Gloc Hamilton Tighe hand Hast hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre honour hope Huguet Inchcape Rock JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king knew lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Mantua Misther Dick morning mourn never night o'er once pale pass'd pity Pompey poor Proc Rich rose scene shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrows soul SPECTRE KNIGHT Squire steed stept stood storm sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought Twas voice wave weary wild wind Xenophon yellow admiral young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Seite 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!