The general reciter; a unique selection of the most admired and popular readings and recitations1845 |
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Strana 3
... soul receive . Wash'd clean from sin , and duly shriven , New converts always go to heav'n , No hour for death so fit as this : Thus , thus , I launch you into bliss ! ' So said the father , in a trice , His convert launch'd beneath the ...
... soul receive . Wash'd clean from sin , and duly shriven , New converts always go to heav'n , No hour for death so fit as this : Thus , thus , I launch you into bliss ! ' So said the father , in a trice , His convert launch'd beneath the ...
Strana 7
... soul , I will give him a crack that will knock him into the middle of next weck . So an illigant good day to your mightiness . Pulling up his unmentionables , he hopp'd off in a real Irish trot . It turned out that Paddy went into the ...
... soul , I will give him a crack that will knock him into the middle of next weck . So an illigant good day to your mightiness . Pulling up his unmentionables , he hopp'd off in a real Irish trot . It turned out that Paddy went into the ...
Strana 12
... he took a stroll , Refreshing in the fields his soul , With sight of streams , and trees , and snowy fleeces , And thoughts of crowded houses and new pieces . When we are pleasantly employed time flies ; He counted 12 GENERAL RECITER .
... he took a stroll , Refreshing in the fields his soul , With sight of streams , and trees , and snowy fleeces , And thoughts of crowded houses and new pieces . When we are pleasantly employed time flies ; He counted 12 GENERAL RECITER .
Strana 31
... soul , I think , My head will ache to - morrow . THE CAPTAIN'S WHISKERS . A CERTAIN Swiss Captain of grenadiers , whose company had been cashiered , was determined , since Mars had no more em- ployment for him , to try if he could not ...
... soul , I think , My head will ache to - morrow . THE CAPTAIN'S WHISKERS . A CERTAIN Swiss Captain of grenadiers , whose company had been cashiered , was determined , since Mars had no more em- ployment for him , to try if he could not ...
Strana 36
... my life against yours , but I'll bring you safe home to Ballanaskeugh . Och ! by my soul , sir , said I , here's persuading ; I thank you , sir , said I , 6 for the loan of your civility , sir , said 26 GENERAL RECITER . 338.
... my life against yours , but I'll bring you safe home to Ballanaskeugh . Och ! by my soul , sir , said I , here's persuading ; I thank you , sir , said I , 6 for the loan of your civility , sir , said 26 GENERAL RECITER . 338.
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Populárne pasáže
Strana 119 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...
Strana 229 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Strana 106 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
Strana 261 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
Strana 34 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Strana 207 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Strana 118 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Strana 120 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Strana 107 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
Strana 217 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...