The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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第 62 頁
... Proc . Look up . What seest thou ? Fern . Etna . Where stands Etna ? Proc . Fern . In Sicily . Proc . Then this is Sicily , Where Etna stands , and thou look'st up to it . And yet , methinks , thou knowest not thou stand'st In Sicily ...
... Proc . Look up . What seest thou ? Fern . Etna . Where stands Etna ? Proc . Fern . In Sicily . Proc . Then this is Sicily , Where Etna stands , and thou look'st up to it . And yet , methinks , thou knowest not thou stand'st In Sicily ...
第 63 頁
... Proc . Behoves it , then , Beware it runs no peril from its heat . Young blood is generous , too ! -not always ! -then Its heat is virtue bringing virtue forth , As does the healthful plant in stronger flower . Its heat is as the thing ...
... Proc . Behoves it , then , Beware it runs no peril from its heat . Young blood is generous , too ! -not always ! -then Its heat is virtue bringing virtue forth , As does the healthful plant in stronger flower . Its heat is as the thing ...
第 64 頁
... Proc . Fern . What came of him ? He lost his crown . Proc . ' Tis false ! Fern . [ aside ] . What power hath this mysterious man That while he chafes me thus , I thus forbear ! Proc . Were one to take thy purse from thee by force ...
... Proc . Fern . What came of him ? He lost his crown . Proc . ' Tis false ! Fern . [ aside ] . What power hath this mysterious man That while he chafes me thus , I thus forbear ! Proc . Were one to take thy purse from thee by force ...
第 65 頁
... Proc . Fern . Proc . Fern . Proc . Fern . I was . What then ? Didst thou pick up the gage ? Wouldst thou have done it ? I would . And wherefore ? Out of pity for The murder'd king . Proc . What ! -Given thy private cares , Hopes ...
... Proc . Fern . Proc . Fern . Proc . Fern . I was . What then ? Didst thou pick up the gage ? Wouldst thou have done it ? I would . And wherefore ? Out of pity for The murder'd king . Proc . What ! -Given thy private cares , Hopes ...
第 66 頁
... Proc . Fern . Proc . Thou wilt not ? Thou'rt a traitor ! Ha ! Thou'rt a coward ! Fern . [ drawing ] . Try if I fear death ! Proc . Death is a little thing to brave or fear . Except a thought of the after - reckoning , The which to fear ...
... Proc . Fern . Proc . Thou wilt not ? Thou'rt a traitor ! Ha ! Thou'rt a coward ! Fern . [ drawing ] . Try if I fear death ! Proc . Death is a little thing to brave or fear . Except a thought of the after - reckoning , The which to fear ...
常見字詞
Andy arms aweary behold beneath blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar Charles of Anjou cloud Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duchess d'Alençon Duke Durfy e'er Elderslie eyes father fear feel Fern friends give Gloc glory hand Hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Huguet Inchcape Rock Jacob JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Magyars Misther Dick morn mourn Murphy never night noble Norf o'er once pale pass'd pity poor Proc Rich Romeo rose Sampson scene shame shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrow soul Squire steeds stood sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing Thomas spurs thou thought Twas voice wild wind Wolsey yellow admiral young youth
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第 161 頁 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it ; I have killed many ; I have fully glutted my vengeance ; for my country 1 rejoice at the beams of peace.
第 70 頁 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
第 176 頁 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace ; Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King!
第 165 頁 - That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
第 176 頁 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
第 116 頁 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
第 101 頁 - 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. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there — my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
第 15 頁 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
第 80 頁 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
第 150 頁 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!