The Elocutionist: A Collection of Pieces in Prose and Verse, Peculiarly Adapted to Display the Art of Reading |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 88.
Strana xxxii
... heart ' was warm ' and un- suspicious ( 13 ) . Impatient ' of contradiction ' ( 4 ) ; because ' she had been accustomed ' from her infancy ' ( 8,2 ) to be treated as a queen ( 9 ) . No ' stranger ' , on some` ( 8 ) occa sions ( 9 ) , to ...
... heart ' was warm ' and un- suspicious ( 13 ) . Impatient ' of contradiction ' ( 4 ) ; because ' she had been accustomed ' from her infancy ' ( 8,2 ) to be treated as a queen ( 9 ) . No ' stranger ' , on some` ( 8 ) occa sions ( 9 ) , to ...
Strana xxxiii
... heart ' ( 3,2 ) , which was not at all ' times under the restraint of discretion ' ( 12,2 ) ; betrayed ' her both into errors ' , and into crimes` ( 12 , 2 , 13 ) . To say that she was always` unfortunate ' ( 11,2 ) , will not account ...
... heart ' ( 3,2 ) , which was not at all ' times under the restraint of discretion ' ( 12,2 ) ; betrayed ' her both into errors ' , and into crimes` ( 12 , 2 , 13 ) . To say that she was always` unfortunate ' ( 11,2 ) , will not account ...
Strana 7
... heart to its distant noises , longs to mingle with living beings , and resolves , when he can regulate his hours by his own choice , to take his fill of merriment and diver- sion , or to display his abilities on the universal theatre ...
... heart to its distant noises , longs to mingle with living beings , and resolves , when he can regulate his hours by his own choice , to take his fill of merriment and diver- sion , or to display his abilities on the universal theatre ...
Strana 12
... heart melts with com- passion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves , I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow : When I see kings lying by those who de- posed them , when I consider rival wits ...
... heart melts with com- passion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves , I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow : When I see kings lying by those who de- posed them , when I consider rival wits ...
Strana 15
... done with her resentments in him : he showed none but letting his staff fall within his arms , he pressed both his hands with resignation upon his breast -and retired . My heart smote me the moment he shut the door- IN PROSE . 15.
... done with her resentments in him : he showed none but letting his staff fall within his arms , he pressed both his hands with resignation upon his breast -and retired . My heart smote me the moment he shut the door- IN PROSE . 15.
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Časté výrazy a frázy
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Populárne pasáže
Strana 236 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide; To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Strana xvii - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
Strana 245 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness...
Strana 351 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Strana 329 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
Strana 235 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield...
Strana 173 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. 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.
Strana 350 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Strana 216 - Far flashed the red artillery ! But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Strana 349 - 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...