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... feel What I can ne'er express , yet cannot all conceal . Roll on , thou deep and dark - blue ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; -upon the ...
... feel What I can ne'er express , yet cannot all conceal . Roll on , thou deep and dark - blue ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; -upon the ...
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... feel , " added she , tenderly embracing her , " I can say no more : farewell , then , my dear , my only sister ! may we meet in heaven ! " Death was now fast approaching ; a considerable alteration had taken place in her countenance ...
... feel , " added she , tenderly embracing her , " I can say no more : farewell , then , my dear , my only sister ! may we meet in heaven ! " Death was now fast approaching ; a considerable alteration had taken place in her countenance ...
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... feel and think . I know not if it late were free , Or broke its cage to perch on mine , But knowing well captivity , Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine ! Or if it were , in winged guise , A visitant from Paradise ; For - Heaven ...
... feel and think . I know not if it late were free , Or broke its cage to perch on mine , But knowing well captivity , Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine ! Or if it were , in winged guise , A visitant from Paradise ; For - Heaven ...
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... feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops . Kind souls ! what , -weep you , when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! - Here is himself - marr'd , as you see , by traitors ! Good friends , sweet friends ...
... feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops . Kind souls ! what , -weep you , when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! - Here is himself - marr'd , as you see , by traitors ! Good friends , sweet friends ...
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... feel : and so , lost man ! On visionary views would fancy feed , Till his eye stream'd with tears . In this deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure ...
... feel : and so , lost man ! On visionary views would fancy feed , Till his eye stream'd with tears . In this deep vale He died , this seat his only monument . If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure ...
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The English Orator: A Selection of Pieces for Reading & Recitation James Hedderwick Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Absalom Athens beauty behold beneath blood bosom breath bright brow Brutus burst Cæsar call'd Cassius cataract clouds Comal Crom Cromwell dark death deep delight DOGE OF VENICE dost dread earth ELGIN CATHEDRAL eternal eyes fair father fear feel gazed glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope human Iago idolatry king land Lochinvar look Lord lordship majesty Michael Cassio mighty mighty music Milton mind morning nature ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er ocean once peace poetry prayer puff Queen Mab Roch Rosaline round ruins Samian wine scene serpent seed Shylock silent slave sleep smile soul sound spirit sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine things thought thousand thunder thy serpent twas voice waves wild winds young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 162 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 12 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Seite 132 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Seite 163 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Seite 133 - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake — His coward...
Seite 182 - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Seite 77 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Seite 149 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
Seite 68 - 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...
Seite 148 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?