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accent Amphibrach anapestic ancient arms beauty behold black crows blessings born bosom breath bright Cato character circumflex clouds dactylic darkness death decemvir Decius deep Demosthenes denote earth elementary sounds emphasis emphatic emphatic series epic poetry eternal EXERCISE falling inflection fame father feet genius Give an example glory grave hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven Henry Clay hills honor hope human iambic Iambus king labor land language LESSON liberty light lives look mighty mind mountain nation nature never night o'er ocean Old F open vowel pause peace poetic feet poetry Pronounce proud Questions reading rising inflection roll Roman Rome rule Saladin sentence smile soul speak spirit spondee stars sub-vocals sublime sweet syllable Tamerlane tell tempest thee thine thou art thought tion Tribrach trochaic trochee utterance verse virtue voice waves words youth
第 192 頁 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
第 234 頁 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
第 330 頁 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
第 337 頁 - These hidden pit-falls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud, but many of them fell into them. They grew thinner towards the middle, but multiplied and lay closer together towards the end of the arches that were entire. There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
第 439 頁 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
第 141 頁 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they?
第 335 頁 - The valley that thou seest, said he, is the vale of misery ; and the tide of water that thou seest, is part of the great tide of eternity.
第 142 頁 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up.