The Elocutionist: A Collection of Pieces in Prose and Verse, Peculiarly Adapted to Display the Art of Reading |
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... hand , Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold , Satan exalted sat ! RULES FOR THE INFLECTING OF SENTEN- CES , OR PARTS OF SENTENCES . RULE I. - The Falling Inflection takes place where the sense is complete and independent ...
... hand , Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold , Satan exalted sat ! RULES FOR THE INFLECTING OF SENTEN- CES , OR PARTS OF SENTENCES . RULE I. - The Falling Inflection takes place where the sense is complete and independent ...
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... hand - the murderer , " & c . Here we should have a series of three members , and we should call it a commencing series . Now this , according to Mr. Walker , is an example of a direct period , commencing with a participle of the ...
... hand - the murderer , " & c . Here we should have a series of three members , and we should call it a commencing series . Now this , according to Mr. Walker , is an example of a direct period , commencing with a participle of the ...
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... hand ' ; When the ripe colours soften and unite , And sweetly melt into just shade and light ' ; When mellowing years their full perfection give , And the bold figure just begins to live- The treacherous colours the fair art betray ...
... hand ' ; When the ripe colours soften and unite , And sweetly melt into just shade and light ' ; When mellowing years their full perfection give , And the bold figure just begins to live- The treacherous colours the fair art betray ...
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... hand , to terminate the scene of misery : but hap- pily the contempt of death forsakes him at a time when it could only be prejudicial ; and life acquires an imaginary value , in proportion as its real value is no more . Our attachment ...
... hand , to terminate the scene of misery : but hap- pily the contempt of death forsakes him at a time when it could only be prejudicial ; and life acquires an imaginary value , in proportion as its real value is no more . Our attachment ...
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... hands of any one to design ; for it was neither elegant nor otherwise , but as character and expression made it so ... hand upon his breast — a slender white staff with which he journeyed being in his right- when I had got close up to ...
... hands of any one to design ; for it was neither elegant nor otherwise , but as character and expression made it so ... hand upon his breast — a slender white staff with which he journeyed being in his right- when I had got close up to ...
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arms battle beauty behold beneath Black Crows blood Bolus bosom brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar Chirsty clouds cried dark dead death deep delight dread earth Eliza Cook ERIN GO BRAGH eyes fair faithful father fear fire flame Gelert glory grave Greece hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre honour hope hour inflection 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
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Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 351 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...