A class-book of elocutionJohnstone and Hunter, 1853 - 360 sidor |
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Sida 48
... thee gone ; why should I hurt thèe ? —This world surely is wide enough to hold both thèe and mé . This lesson of úniversal good - will , taught by my uncle Toby , may serve instead of a whóle vòlume upon the subject . — Sterne . THE ...
... thee gone ; why should I hurt thèe ? —This world surely is wide enough to hold both thèe and mé . This lesson of úniversal good - will , taught by my uncle Toby , may serve instead of a whóle vòlume upon the subject . — Sterne . THE ...
Sida 56
... thee rise again , In all thy native pomp of freedom bold . Thine is a Bacon ; hapless in his choice ; Unfit to stand the civil storm of state , And through the smooth barbarity of courts , With firm 56 59 PRINCIPLES AND EXERCISES .
... thee rise again , In all thy native pomp of freedom bold . Thine is a Bacon ; hapless in his choice ; Unfit to stand the civil storm of state , And through the smooth barbarity of courts , With firm 56 59 PRINCIPLES AND EXERCISES .
Sida 74
... thee . Fórth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks , thy tenderness and love . Wide flush the fièlds ; the sòftening áir is bàlm ; Echo the mountains roùnd ; the fòrest smiles ; And every sense , and èvery heart is joy . Then comes ...
... thee . Fórth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks , thy tenderness and love . Wide flush the fièlds ; the sòftening áir is bàlm ; Echo the mountains roùnd ; the fòrest smiles ; And every sense , and èvery heart is joy . Then comes ...
Sida 75
... thee thrówn ; témpest d'er tempest róll'd ; Majèstic dárkness ! On the whirlwind's wing Riding sublíme , thou bid'st ... Thée , màrks not the mighty hand , That , èver búsy , wheels the silent sphères ; Works in the secret déep ; shoòts ...
... thee thrówn ; témpest d'er tempest róll'd ; Majèstic dárkness ! On the whirlwind's wing Riding sublíme , thou bid'st ... Thée , màrks not the mighty hand , That , èver búsy , wheels the silent sphères ; Works in the secret déep ; shoòts ...
Sida 144
... Thou hast made it Thine by purchase since , And overpaid its value with Thy blood . Thy saints proclaim Thee King ; and in their hearts Thy title is engraven with a pen Dipp'd in the fountain of eternal love . Thy saints 144 SELECTIONS .
... Thou hast made it Thine by purchase since , And overpaid its value with Thy blood . Thy saints proclaim Thee King ; and in their hearts Thy title is engraven with a pen Dipp'd in the fountain of eternal love . Thy saints 144 SELECTIONS .
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Sida 45 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Sida 283 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Sida 330 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye.
Sida 114 - The depth saith, It is not in me; and the sea saith, It is not with me. It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
Sida 265 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Sida 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Sida 275 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Sida 94 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die — to sleep — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Sida 208 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
Sida 299 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.