The Elocutionist: A Collection of Pieces in Prose and Verse, Peculiarly Adapted to Display the Art of Reading |
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Strana xii
... Plain of Marathon Lochinvar A Beth Gelert Bruce to his Army The Sailor's Orphan Boy Harmony of Expression Battle of the Baltic The Ocean The Present Aspect of Greece The Curfew The Battle of Blenheim The Wreck of the Hesperus On the ...
... Plain of Marathon Lochinvar A Beth Gelert Bruce to his Army The Sailor's Orphan Boy Harmony of Expression Battle of the Baltic The Ocean The Present Aspect of Greece The Curfew The Battle of Blenheim The Wreck of the Hesperus On the ...
Strana 10
... plain and venerable manner of the ancient times . He deals in no superfluous or gaudy ornaments ; but throws forth his images with a rapid con- ciseness , which enables them to strike the mind with the greatest force . Among poets of ...
... plain and venerable manner of the ancient times . He deals in no superfluous or gaudy ornaments ; but throws forth his images with a rapid con- ciseness , which enables them to strike the mind with the greatest force . Among poets of ...
Strana 14
... plains of Indostan , I had rev- erenced it . The rest of his outline may be given in a few strokes ; one might put it into the hands of any one to design ; for it was neither elegant nor otherwise , but as character and expression made ...
... plains of Indostan , I had rev- erenced it . The rest of his outline may be given in a few strokes ; one might put it into the hands of any one to design ; for it was neither elegant nor otherwise , but as character and expression made ...
Strana 19
... plain - But thou shalt fall like Morar ; and the mourner shall sit on thy tomb . The hills shall know thee no more , thy bow shall lie in the hall unstrung . Thou wert swift , O Morar ! as a roe on the hill - terrible as a meteor of ...
... plain - But thou shalt fall like Morar ; and the mourner shall sit on thy tomb . The hills shall know thee no more , thy bow shall lie in the hall unstrung . Thou wert swift , O Morar ! as a roe on the hill - terrible as a meteor of ...
Strana 45
... plain borders upon the rugged mountain ; you walk in imagined security , and find yourself upon the brink of an abyss ; you fall asleep with the languor of the calm , and awaken with the fury of the tempest ! Campbell soothes the ...
... plain borders upon the rugged mountain ; you walk in imagined security , and find yourself upon the brink of an abyss ; you fall asleep with the languor of the calm , and awaken with the fury of the tempest ! Campbell soothes the ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
arms Bacchus battle beauty behold beneath Black Crows blood Bolus bosom brave breast breath bright brow Brutus bull Cæsar Chirsty clouds cried dark dead death deep delight dread earth Eliza Cook ERIN GO BRAGH eyes fair faithful father fear fire Gelert glory grave Greece hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre honour hope hour king Laird land light live Lochiel Lochinvar lonely look look'd Lord loud mind morning Mount Lebanon ne'er Netherby never night o'er pale pass'd peace pibroch plain pride rage roar round Sally Brown shore sigh sleep smile soul sound spear spirit stars stood storm stream sweet sword tears tell tempest thee thing thou thought thunder tremble Twas uncle Toby voice waves weep wild wind words young
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...