Rhetorical Dialogues: Or, Dramatic Selections for the Use of Schools, Academies, and FamiliesDurrie, & Peck, 1839 - 514 sidor |
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... Twill be a bitter task ! Orestes . VI .-- Philips . T ORESTES - PYRRHUS . Before I speak the message of the Greeks , Permit me , sir , to glory in the title Of their ambassador ; since I behold Troy's vanquisher , and great Achilles ...
... Twill be a bitter task ! Orestes . VI .-- Philips . T ORESTES - PYRRHUS . Before I speak the message of the Greeks , Permit me , sir , to glory in the title Of their ambassador ; since I behold Troy's vanquisher , and great Achilles ...
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... twill be the burst Of ocean in the earthquake rolling back In swift and mountainous ruin . Fare you well ! — You build my funeral pile , but your best blood Shall quench its flame . Back , slaves ! ( To the lictors . ) I will return ...
... twill be the burst Of ocean in the earthquake rolling back In swift and mountainous ruin . Fare you well ! — You build my funeral pile , but your best blood Shall quench its flame . Back , slaves ! ( To the lictors . ) I will return ...
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... Twill cease to be Youth . A wonder when thou hearest the story told . This morning on my road to Oviedo , A while I halted near a Moorish post . Of the commander I inquired my way , And told my purpose ; that I came to see The famous ...
... Twill cease to be Youth . A wonder when thou hearest the story told . This morning on my road to Oviedo , A while I halted near a Moorish post . Of the commander I inquired my way , And told my purpose ; that I came to see The famous ...
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... Twill do you good to see their sun - burnt faces , Their scarred cheeks , and chopped hands ; there's virtue in them ; They'll sell those mangled limbs at dearer rates Than yon trim bands can buy . Ant . Where left you them ? Vent . I ...
... Twill do you good to see their sun - burnt faces , Their scarred cheeks , and chopped hands ; there's virtue in them ; They'll sell those mangled limbs at dearer rates Than yon trim bands can buy . Ant . Where left you them ? Vent . I ...
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... twill do you good ; it always does me good . Flor . Madam , since you are so pressing - my best services to you ! A very companionable sort of old gentlewoman , this . ( Aside . ) I protest , madam , I 152 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES .
... twill do you good ; it always does me good . Flor . Madam , since you are so pressing - my best services to you ! A very companionable sort of old gentlewoman , this . ( Aside . ) I protest , madam , I 152 RHETORICAL DIALOGUES .
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Sida 77 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Sida 47 - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Sida 47 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink ! ' I, as ^Eneas our great ancestor • Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Sida 48 - 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.
Sida 77 - Set in a note-book, learned and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Sida 75 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Sida 47 - Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Sida 72 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Sida 47 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Sida 75 - I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.