The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... hours , Thy glorious youthful prime ! Alternate follies take the sway ; Licentious passions burn ; Which tenfold force gives Nature's law , That man was made to mourn . " Look not alone on youthful prime , Or manhood's 14 THE STANDARD ...
... hours , Thy glorious youthful prime ! Alternate follies take the sway ; Licentious passions burn ; Which tenfold force gives Nature's law , That man was made to mourn . " Look not alone on youthful prime , Or manhood's 14 THE STANDARD ...
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... hour , my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , the wealthy , feel thy blow , From pomp and pleasure ... hours that plenty bade to bloom , Those calm desires that ask'd but little room , Those healthful sports that graced ...
... hour , my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great , the wealthy , feel thy blow , From pomp and pleasure ... hours that plenty bade to bloom , Those calm desires that ask'd but little room , Those healthful sports that graced ...
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... hour- A form familiar to my memory , From long - departed years . For we had met In early youth , with feelings unconcealed , And passions unrepressed . E'en then he seemed The bane of every joy . His brow grew pale At boyhood's happy ...
... hour- A form familiar to my memory , From long - departed years . For we had met In early youth , with feelings unconcealed , And passions unrepressed . E'en then he seemed The bane of every joy . His brow grew pale At boyhood's happy ...
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... hour to hour , Were helpless , hopeless , in the ocean's pow'r . -The storm continued , and no voice was heard , Save that of some poor solitary bird , Which sought a shelter on the quivering mast , But soon borne off by the tremendous ...
... hour to hour , Were helpless , hopeless , in the ocean's pow'r . -The storm continued , and no voice was heard , Save that of some poor solitary bird , Which sought a shelter on the quivering mast , But soon borne off by the tremendous ...
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... hour Of glory and of bliss ; Doubt not its memory's living power To strengthen me through this ! And thou mine honour'd love and true , Bear on , bear nobly on ! We have the blessed heaven in view , Whose rest shall soon be won . " And ...
... hour Of glory and of bliss ; Doubt not its memory's living power To strengthen me through this ! And thou mine honour'd love and true , Bear on , bear nobly on ! We have the blessed heaven in view , Whose rest shall soon be won . " And ...
Common terms and phrases
Acres Andy arms battle behold beneath Blaney blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar clouds cold Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duke e'er earth eyes father fear feel Fern fight friends Gloc Hamilton Tighe hand Hast hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre honour hope Huguet Inchcape Rock JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king knew lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Mantua Misther Dick morning mourn never night o'er once pale pass'd pity Pompey poor Proc Rich rose scene shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrows soul SPECTRE KNIGHT Squire steed stept stood storm sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought Twas voice wave weary wild wind Xenophon 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!