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Strana 302
... cloth'd , and long resounding pace . † Hark , his hands the lyre explore ! Bright - eyed Fancy hov'ring o'er , Scatters from her pictur'd urn Thoughts that breathe , and words that burn ! But ah ! ' tis heard no more- Oh lyre divine ...
... cloth'd , and long resounding pace . † Hark , his hands the lyre explore ! Bright - eyed Fancy hov'ring o'er , Scatters from her pictur'd urn Thoughts that breathe , and words that burn ! But ah ! ' tis heard no more- Oh lyre divine ...
Strana 366
... clothes herself . I love my native land , - Not as Venetian , Englisher , or Swiss . But as a noble and a priest of France ; " All things for France " -lo , my eternal maxim ! The vital axle of the restless wheels That bear me on ! With ...
... clothes herself . I love my native land , - Not as Venetian , Englisher , or Swiss . But as a noble and a priest of France ; " All things for France " -lo , my eternal maxim ! The vital axle of the restless wheels That bear me on ! With ...
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... cloth , gilt edges , 12s .; morocco , ll . ls . Mr. Tennyson's May Queen . Illustrated with Thirty - five De- signs by E. V. B. Small 4to . cloth , bevelled boards , 7s . 6d .; or in mo- rocco antique , bound by Hayday , 17. 1s . Crown ...
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... cloth , 3s . 6d . Our Little Ones in Heaven : Thoughts in Prose and Verse , se- lected from the Writings of favourite Authors ; with an Introduction by the late Rev. Henry Robbins , M.A. , beautifully printed by Clay , with Frontispiece ...
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accented Adrastus antithesis articulation Baradas Bayard Taylor beauty breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius Charles Allston Collins Cicero clauses close cloth compound inflections death delivery diphthongal distinct doth E. G. Squier Edition Elements of Rhetoric Elocution emphasis of force EXAMPLES exercise expression eyes falling inflection Fcap feeling gesture give grace Gregsbury hand happy Harrison Weir hast hath heart heaven Henry Ward Beecher honour hope Huguet human voice Illustrations Intonation Julius Cæsar justice king language light live Lochinvar loose sentence lord Mabel Vaughan marked meaning mercy middle pause mind nature never o'er orator passage passion perfect perspicuity Post 8vo practice pronominal phrase prosodial Pugstyles rhythm rising inflection rules Shakspeare Shylock soul speak speaker speech spirit style syllables thee thou thought tion tone tonic sound truth utterance verse voice vowel vulgar Whately Whately's word
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Strana 385 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.
Strana 341 - 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,
Strana 349 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Strana 308 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Strana 356 - 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, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.
Strana 391 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath; it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes...
Strana 355 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded?
Strana 190 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Strana 386 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn 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...
Strana 350 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty. That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.