A system of elocution based upon grammatical analysisT. Laurie, 1869 - 432 pages |
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... turns from their gaze For her heart in his grave is lying . hero sleeps , and weeps , Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest , When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep , like a smile from the west , From ...
... turns from their gaze For her heart in his grave is lying . hero sleeps , and weeps , Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest , When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep , like a smile from the west , From ...
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... turns pensive , querulous , uneasy , and abstracted . Hope alternates with Sorrow and Fear , * the whole overcast by an expression of bitterness . EXAMPLE : - Othello . This fellow's of exceeding honesty , And knows all qualities with a ...
... turns pensive , querulous , uneasy , and abstracted . Hope alternates with Sorrow and Fear , * the whole overcast by an expression of bitterness . EXAMPLE : - Othello . This fellow's of exceeding honesty , And knows all qualities with a ...
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... Or pardon'd being down ? Then I'll look up ; My fault is past . - But O ! what form of prayer Can serve my turn ? Forgive me my foul murder ! That cannot be , since I am still possess'd Of 48 A SYSTEM OF ELOCUTION .
... Or pardon'd being down ? Then I'll look up ; My fault is past . - But O ! what form of prayer Can serve my turn ? Forgive me my foul murder ! That cannot be , since I am still possess'd Of 48 A SYSTEM OF ELOCUTION .
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... turn'd his eyes away . The painted harlot by his side , she shook through every limb , For a roar like thunder swept the street , and hands were clench'd at him ; And a Saxon soldier cried aloud , " Back , coward , from thy place , For ...
... turn'd his eyes away . The painted harlot by his side , she shook through every limb , For a roar like thunder swept the street , and hands were clench'd at him ; And a Saxon soldier cried aloud , " Back , coward , from thy place , For ...
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... turn to - night and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and frugal fare , My blessing and repose . No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by the Power that pities me , I learn to pity ...
... turn to - night and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and frugal fare , My blessing and repose . No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by the Power that pities me , I learn to pity ...
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Page 45 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he Is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Page 81 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 139 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 385 - 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 Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Page 390 - 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...
Page 348 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Page 386 - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended.
Page 347 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Page 51 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Page 45 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others