Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Vydanie 10

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Archibald Hamilton Bryce
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Vision of Sudden Death De Quincey
35
Lucy Fleming Professor Wilson
38
FICTION 1 Story of Le Fevre Sterne
43
The Brothers Dorrit Dickens
50
The Vision of Mirza Addison
53
MISCELLANEOUS I Character of Napoleon Phillips
58
Character of Washington Phillips
61
Science and Art Sir D Brewster
62
Mountains W Howitt
64
Inventive Genius and Labour Elihu Burritt
66
Duty of Forgiveness S Johnson
68
Marshal Bugeaud and Arab Chieftain W S Landor
70
The Deluge Dr Guthrie
73
ORATORY Page I Cicero for Milo
76
Pitts Reply to Walpole
80
P Henry on British Rule in America
82
Burkes Panegyric on Sheridan
84
Burkes Panegyric on Marie Antoinette
85
Adams on the Sword of Washington and the Staff of Franklin
86
Sheils Reply to Lord Lyndhurst
88
Curran on Freedom
89
Fox on the Suspension of the Habeas Corpus Act
90
Webster on Slavery in the United States
93
Brougham in Defence of Queen Caroline
94
Kossuth on the Hungarian Revolution
95
Gladstone on the Affairs of Greece
99
South on Man before the Fall
101
Archer Butler on the Majesty of Christ
103
POETRY SECTION 1 HISTORICAL AND DESCRIPTIVE I Triumphs of the English Language J G Lyons
107
The Threatened Invasion Campbell
109
The Abbot to Bruce Sir W Scott
110
Ancient Greece Byron
113
Present State of Greece Byron
114
Battle of Killiecrankie Aytoun
116
Death of Leonidas Croly
118
MCarthy
119
The Plain of Marathon Byron
120
Alexanders Feast Dryden
122
Marco Bozzaris F Halleck
126
The Cids Funeral Procession Mrs Hemans
128
Franklin Sir John Punch
131
The Avenging Childe Lockhart
133
Battle of Bunkers Hill Cozzens
135
Belshazzars Feast Drummond
138

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Strana 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Strana 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Strana 85 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Strana 252 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Strana 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
Strana 166 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Strana 201 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Strana 238 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Strana 296 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, 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 proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Strana 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...

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