The Elocutionist: A Collection of Pieces in Prose and Verse, Peculiarly Adapted to Display the Art of Reading |
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... fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! The addition of an article , a preposition , or a conjunction , does not render a series compound : nor the introduction of a compound member , when the majority of the members ...
... fair art betray , And all the bright creation fades away ! The addition of an article , a preposition , or a conjunction , does not render a series compound : nor the introduction of a compound member , when the majority of the members ...
第17页
... great bestower of it ! and give me but this fair goddess as my companion ! and shower down thy mitres , if it seem good unto thy divine Providence , upon those heads which are IN PROSE . 17 Liberty and Slavery · Sterne,
... great bestower of it ! and give me but this fair goddess as my companion ! and shower down thy mitres , if it seem good unto thy divine Providence , upon those heads which are IN PROSE . 17 Liberty and Slavery · Sterne,
第19页
... fair among the sons of the plain - But thou shalt fall like Morar ; and the mourner shall sit on thy tomb . The hills shall know thee no more , thy bow shall lie in the hall unstrung . Thou wert swift , O Morar ! as a roe on the hill ...
... fair among the sons of the plain - But thou shalt fall like Morar ; and the mourner shall sit on thy tomb . The hills shall know thee no more , thy bow shall lie in the hall unstrung . Thou wert swift , O Morar ! as a roe on the hill ...
第25页
... fair was she ! the daughter of mighty Conloch . - She appeared like a sun - beam among women . Her hair was like the wing of the raven . - Her dogs were taught to the chase . Her bow - string sounded on the winds of the forest . - Her ...
... fair was she ! the daughter of mighty Conloch . - She appeared like a sun - beam among women . Her hair was like the wing of the raven . - Her dogs were taught to the chase . Her bow - string sounded on the winds of the forest . - Her ...
第29页
... fair , in those fabled countries , which lying strangers so wantonly de- scribe ; where the whole year is divided into short days and nights ; where the same habitation serves for summer and winter ; where they raise houses in rows ...
... fair , in those fabled countries , which lying strangers so wantonly de- scribe ; where the whole year is divided into short days and nights ; where the same habitation serves for summer and winter ; where they raise houses in rows ...
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arms Bacchus battle beauty behold beneath Black Crows blood Bolus bosom brave breast breath bright brow Brutus bull Cæsar Chirsty clouds cried dark dead death deep delight dread earth Eliza Cook ERIN GO BRAGH eyes fair faithful father fear fire Gelert glory grave Greece hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre honour hope hour king Laird land light live Lochiel Lochinvar lonely look look'd Lord loud mind morning Mount Lebanon ne'er Netherby never night o'er pale pass'd peace pibroch plain pride rage roar round Sally Brown shore sigh sleep smile soul sound spear spirit stars stood storm stream sweet sword tears tell tempest thee thing thou thought thunder tremble Twas uncle Toby voice waves weep wild wind words young
热门引用章节
第236页 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide; To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
第xvii页 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
第245页 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness...
第351页 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
第329页 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
第235页 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield...
第173页 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. 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.
第350页 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable 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 honourable man.
第216页 - Far flashed the red artillery ! But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
第349页 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...