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Strana 65
... hand , she was obliged to lead him by the other . Ever and anon , as any of the schoolboys appeared in view , the harmless thing clung close to her , and hid his face in her bosom for protection . A human creature so far below the ...
... hand , she was obliged to lead him by the other . Ever and anon , as any of the schoolboys appeared in view , the harmless thing clung close to her , and hid his face in her bosom for protection . A human creature so far below the ...
Strana 67
... hand , at a distance from those prejudices , it was plainly a necessity . Up to this point , then , there is confessedly nothing in their career to surprise us . Trained , H from their earliest colonization , in the practice and ...
... hand , at a distance from those prejudices , it was plainly a necessity . Up to this point , then , there is confessedly nothing in their career to surprise us . Trained , H from their earliest colonization , in the practice and ...
Strana 72
... hand , I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement . I was in a right frame for it , and so I gave full scope to my imagination . I was going to begin with the millions of my fellow - creatures born to no inheritance but ...
... hand , I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement . I was in a right frame for it , and so I gave full scope to my imagination . I was going to begin with the millions of my fellow - creatures born to no inheritance but ...
Strana 73
... hand , and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap . As I darkened the little light he had , he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door , then cast it down - shook his head , and went on with his work ...
... hand , and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap . As I darkened the little light he had , he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door , then cast it down - shook his head , and went on with his work ...
Strana 75
... hands of the living God ! Yes , my brethren , the final catastrophe of all human passions , is rapid as it is awful . Fancy yourselves on that bed from which you never shall arise , and the reflection will exhibit , like a true and ...
... hands of the living God ! Yes , my brethren , the final catastrophe of all human passions , is rapid as it is awful . Fancy yourselves on that bed from which you never shall arise , and the reflection will exhibit , like a true and ...
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The British Orator: Comprising Observations on Vocal Gymnastics ... Thomas King Greenbank Úplné zobrazenie - 1901 |
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Strana 253 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Strana 252 - 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 243 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Strana 247 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd. it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Strana 246 - 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. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Strana 202 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as .<Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar.
Strana 280 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Strana 253 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Strana 52 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Strana 280 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.