The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... twas such a busy life ) But duly sent his family and wife . There ( so the devil ordained ) cne Christmas - tide My good old lady catch'd a cold and died . A nymph of quality admires our knight ; He marries , bows at court , and grows ...
... twas such a busy life ) But duly sent his family and wife . There ( so the devil ordained ) cne Christmas - tide My good old lady catch'd a cold and died . A nymph of quality admires our knight ; He marries , bows at court , and grows ...
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... twas like the cloud That flits o'er summer's brow - a passing shade ! Yet on the battle - plain how many lay In their last dreamless sleep ! And there were those Who vainly struggled in the mighty grasp Of that stern conqueror - Death ...
... twas like the cloud That flits o'er summer's brow - a passing shade ! Yet on the battle - plain how many lay In their last dreamless sleep ! And there were those Who vainly struggled in the mighty grasp Of that stern conqueror - Death ...
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... Twas morning - and the sun's far - levelled rays Gleamed on the ghastly brows and stiffened limbs Of those that slumbered - ne'er to wake again ! GIPSIES . Cowper . I SEE a column of slow - rising smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that ...
... Twas morning - and the sun's far - levelled rays Gleamed on the ghastly brows and stiffened limbs Of those that slumbered - ne'er to wake again ! GIPSIES . Cowper . I SEE a column of slow - rising smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that ...
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... twas seen , as the waters moved deep and slow , That the hand was still grasping a hunter's bow . THE DUEL . * Lover . Enter SQUIRE EGAN and DICK DAWSON . Dick . AND SO he'll have a shot at you , instead of an action ? Well , there's ...
... twas seen , as the waters moved deep and slow , That the hand was still grasping a hunter's bow . THE DUEL . * Lover . Enter SQUIRE EGAN and DICK DAWSON . Dick . AND SO he'll have a shot at you , instead of an action ? Well , there's ...
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... Twas even - song time ; but not a bell was heard ; Instead thereof , on her polluted towers , Bidding the Moors to their unhallowed prayer , The crier stood , and with his sonorous voice , Fill'd the delicious vale where Lena winds ...
... Twas even - song time ; but not a bell was heard ; Instead thereof , on her polluted towers , Bidding the Moors to their unhallowed prayer , The crier stood , and with his sonorous voice , Fill'd the delicious vale where Lena winds ...
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
Page 161 - 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.
Page 70 - 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.
Page 176 - 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!
Page 165 - 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.
Page 176 - 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.
Page 116 - 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.
Page 101 - 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...
Page 15 - 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.
Page 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Page 150 - 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!