Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 sivua |
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Sivu 12
... hell resounded . " Princes ! potentates ! " Warriors ! the flower of heaven , once yours , now lost , " If such astonishment as this can seize " Eternal spirits : or have ye chosen this place , " After the toil of battle , to repose ...
... hell resounded . " Princes ! potentates ! " Warriors ! the flower of heaven , once yours , now lost , " If such astonishment as this can seize " Eternal spirits : or have ye chosen this place , " After the toil of battle , to repose ...
Sivu 16
... hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide , To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven . O then at last relent : is there no place Left for repentance , none for pardon left ...
... hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide , To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven . O then at last relent : is there no place Left for repentance , none for pardon left ...
Sivu 85
... hell - hounds of savage war ! -hell - hounds , I say , of savage war . Spain armed herself with blood - hounds to extirpate the wretched natives of America ; and we improve on the inhuman example even of Spanish cruelty : we turn loose ...
... hell - hounds of savage war ! -hell - hounds , I say , of savage war . Spain armed herself with blood - hounds to extirpate the wretched natives of America ; and we improve on the inhuman example even of Spanish cruelty : we turn loose ...
Sivu 115
... hell itself should gape , And bid me hold my peace . I pray you , Sir , If you have hitherto concealed this sight , Let it be tenable in your silence still ; And whatsoever else shall hap to - night , Give it an understanding , but no ...
... hell itself should gape , And bid me hold my peace . I pray you , Sir , If you have hitherto concealed this sight , Let it be tenable in your silence still ; And whatsoever else shall hap to - night , Give it an understanding , but no ...
Sivu 131
... hell ; Such terrible impression made my dream . Brak . No marvel , lord , that it affrighted you ; I am afraid , methinks , to hear you tell it . Clar . O , Brakenbury , I have done those things That now give evidence against my soul ...
... hell ; Such terrible impression made my dream . Brak . No marvel , lord , that it affrighted you ; I am afraid , methinks , to hear you tell it . Clar . O , Brakenbury , I have done those things That now give evidence against my soul ...
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angel Antium Arcot arms battle behold bliss blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar CARDINAL WOLSEY Cassius Cesar cloud Coriolanus dark dead death deep divine dreadful earth Erin go bragh eternal eyes fair father fear feel friends give glory hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hell Hevey honour hope hour house of Bourbon human Hyder Ali Ithuriel Jesus king light live Lochiel look Lord lyre mind morn mountain nature never night noble o'er once pain peace Pharisees pool of Siloam praise pray proud rocks sacred Samaria Satan scene shade SHAKSPEARE sigh sight sleep smile soldiers song soul sound speak spirit stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tion truth twas unto vex'd virtue voice waters wave Waverly wild wings Zephon
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Sivu 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sivu 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Sivu 43 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Sivu 42 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Sivu 42 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable 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 honorable man.
Sivu 59 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Sivu 105 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Sivu 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
Sivu 53 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
Sivu 58 - 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.