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... thought ! Through what variety of untried being , Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ? The wide , th ' unbounded prospect lies before me 20 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST . Cato's Soliloquy on the Immortality of.
... thought ! Through what variety of untried being , Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ? The wide , th ' unbounded prospect lies before me 20 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST . Cato's Soliloquy on the Immortality of.
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... pass'd . While e'en as o'er a martyr's grave , She knelt on that sad spot ; And weeping , bless'd the God who gave Strength to forsake it not ! MRS . HEMANS , GINEVRA . Ir thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance To Modena , where ...
... pass'd . While e'en as o'er a martyr's grave , She knelt on that sad spot ; And weeping , bless'd the God who gave Strength to forsake it not ! MRS . HEMANS , GINEVRA . Ir thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance To Modena , where ...
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... DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON . THE storm that swept over the nations had pass'd , And the thrones of the mighty that quail'd to the blast , Again , from the depths of their ruin , uprose 32 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST .
... DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON . THE storm that swept over the nations had pass'd , And the thrones of the mighty that quail'd to the blast , Again , from the depths of their ruin , uprose 32 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST .
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... pass'd on his worthiest foe . But , alas ! when the tears of the nations are dry , And the pageant that wound to his tomb hath gone by , Shall the deeds that he did , and the laurels he won , And the counsels he gave be remember'd by ...
... pass'd on his worthiest foe . But , alas ! when the tears of the nations are dry , And the pageant that wound to his tomb hath gone by , Shall the deeds that he did , and the laurels he won , And the counsels he gave be remember'd by ...
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... pass'd on - the Turk awoke ; That bright dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek , " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! ” He woke to die ' midst flame and smoke , And shout , and groan , and sabre stroke ...
... pass'd on - the Turk awoke ; That bright dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek , " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! ” He woke to die ' midst flame and smoke , And shout , and groan , and sabre stroke ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Acres Adras Æsop answer arms art thou behold black crows blood brave Brutus Bull Cæsar Casca Cassius Cato cheers cried danger dare dark dear death Doge dost doth dread Duke earth Enter Exit eyes father fear Gabor gentleman give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope HORACE SMITH hour Jaff justice king ladies Lioni live look lord Loud Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'er once Pangloss Papillion peace pray prince Puff R. B. SHERIDAN Rienzi rise Roman Rome Samian wine Scythians SHAKESPERE Shylock SIEGENDORF Sir Anth Sir Fret Sir Luc slave smile Sneer soul speak Speaker spirit sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue traitor Twas Tyke Venice voice word young Zounds
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 261 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Seite 28 - 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 undiscovered 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...
Seite 35 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Seite 154 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
Seite 236 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Seite 259 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : 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 Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Seite 170 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...
Seite 174 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Seite 170 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Seite 18 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...