The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... pale eye unjoyous . Then appears The various labour of the silent Night ; Prone from the dripping cave , and dumb cascade , Whose idle torrents only seem to roar , The pendant icicle ; the frost - work fair , Where transient hues and ...
... pale eye unjoyous . Then appears The various labour of the silent Night ; Prone from the dripping cave , and dumb cascade , Whose idle torrents only seem to roar , The pendant icicle ; the frost - work fair , Where transient hues and ...
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... Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ; And lay aside my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except . If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength As to ...
... Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ; And lay aside my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except . If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength As to ...
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... pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this outdared dastard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting fear , And spit it ...
... pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this outdared dastard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting fear , And spit it ...
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... PALE Brussels ! then what thoughts were thine , When ceaseless from the distant line Continued thunders came ! Each burgher held his breath , to hear These forerunners of havoc near , Of rapine and of flame . What ghastly sights were ...
... PALE Brussels ! then what thoughts were thine , When ceaseless from the distant line Continued thunders came ! Each burgher held his breath , to hear These forerunners of havoc near , Of rapine and of flame . What ghastly sights were ...
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... pale At boyhood's happy voice and guileless smile , As though they mocked him . Now he sternly mark'd My well - remembered face , yet lingered not . There was a taunt upon his haughty lip , A fiery language in his scowling eye , My ...
... pale At boyhood's happy voice and guileless smile , As though they mocked him . Now he sternly mark'd My well - remembered face , yet lingered not . There was a taunt upon his haughty lip , A fiery language in his scowling eye , My ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Andy arms aweary behold beneath blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar Charles of Anjou cloud Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duchess d'Alençon Duke Durfy e'er Elderslie eyes father fear feel Fern friends give Gloc glory hand Hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Huguet Inchcape Rock Jacob JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Magyars Misther Dick morn mourn Murphy never night noble Norf o'er once pale pass'd pity poor Proc Rich Romeo rose Sampson scene shame shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrow soul Squire steeds stood sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing Thomas spurs thou thought Twas voice wild wind Wolsey yellow admiral young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 161 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it ; I have killed many ; I have fully glutted my vengeance ; for my country 1 rejoice at the beams of peace.
Seite 70 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Seite 176 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace ; Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King!
Seite 165 - That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 176 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Seite 116 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Seite 101 - 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. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there — my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Seite 15 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Seite 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Seite 150 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!