A system of elocution based upon grammatical analysisT. Laurie, 1869 - 432 strán (strany) |
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Strana 11
... cause of the different vocal result being the muscular action of the vocal organism . Scarcely any truth in the range of natural phenomena is more obvious than this , yet perhaps none is more gener- ally lost sight of . This defect ...
... cause of the different vocal result being the muscular action of the vocal organism . Scarcely any truth in the range of natural phenomena is more obvious than this , yet perhaps none is more gener- ally lost sight of . This defect ...
Strana 63
... causes which can result in the living fire and energy of eloquence . " The thoughts of one who is reading anything very familiar to him are apt to wander to other subjects , though perhaps such as are connected with that which is before ...
... causes which can result in the living fire and energy of eloquence . " The thoughts of one who is reading anything very familiar to him are apt to wander to other subjects , though perhaps such as are connected with that which is before ...
Strana 77
... cause , And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life , With sweeter manners , purer laws . Ring out the want , the care , the sin , The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out , ring out , my mournful rhymes ...
... cause , And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life , With sweeter manners , purer laws . Ring out the want , the care , the sin , The faithless coldness of the times ; Ring out , ring out , my mournful rhymes ...
Strana 86
... cause to die ; And I'll never turn and fly , While this sword's by my side ! " " Oh stay , Connor , dearest ! Sweet husband adored ; Oh take back , acushla , Thy last plighted word . O my bravest and my best ! Would this heart were now ...
... cause to die ; And I'll never turn and fly , While this sword's by my side ! " " Oh stay , Connor , dearest ! Sweet husband adored ; Oh take back , acushla , Thy last plighted word . O my bravest and my best ! Would this heart were now ...
Strana 126
... cause the same wild road , On the same bloody morning , trode , To that dark inn , the grave ! The tug of strife to flag begins , Though neither loses yet , nor wins . High rides the sun , thick rolls the dust , And feebler speeds the ...
... cause the same wild road , On the same bloody morning , trode , To that dark inn , the grave ! The tug of strife to flag begins , Though neither loses yet , nor wins . High rides the sun , thick rolls the dust , And feebler speeds the ...
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Strana 45 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he Is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Strana 81 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Strana 139 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Strana 385 - Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Strana 390 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on : 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the " Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Strana 348 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Strana 386 - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended.
Strana 347 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Strana 51 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Strana 45 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others