The Elocutionist: A Collection of Pieces in Prose and Verse, Peculiarly Adapted to Display the Art of Reading |
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... Father Mornings at Bow - street , 56 On Shakspeare Hazlitt , 58 Character of Napoleon Bonaparte Channing , 62 The Indian Jugglers On Milton Wit injures Eloquence On the Dignity of Human Nature The Hill of Science The Planetary and ...
... Father Mornings at Bow - street , 56 On Shakspeare Hazlitt , 58 Character of Napoleon Bonaparte Channing , 62 The Indian Jugglers On Milton Wit injures Eloquence On the Dignity of Human Nature The Hill of Science The Planetary and ...
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... Father hath bestowed on us , that we should be called the Sons of God ! Therefore , the world knoweth us not , because it knew him ' not . INTERROGATION . RULE IV . Questions asked by pronouns or ad- verbs , end with the falling ...
... Father hath bestowed on us , that we should be called the Sons of God ! Therefore , the world knoweth us not , because it knew him ' not . INTERROGATION . RULE IV . Questions asked by pronouns or ad- verbs , end with the falling ...
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... father - that most excellent general ! -shall I , the conqueror of Spain and Gaul , and not only of the Alpine nations , but which is greater yet , of the Alps themselves— shall I compare myself with this - HALF - YEAR - CAPTAIN ? a cap ...
... father - that most excellent general ! -shall I , the conqueror of Spain and Gaul , and not only of the Alpine nations , but which is greater yet , of the Alps themselves— shall I compare myself with this - HALF - YEAR - CAPTAIN ? a cap ...
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... father , betwixt those who wish only to eat the bread of their own labour ; and those who eat the bread of other people's , and have no other plan in life , but to get through it in sloth and ignorance , for the love of God The poor ...
... father , betwixt those who wish only to eat the bread of their own labour ; and those who eat the bread of other people's , and have no other plan in life , but to get through it in sloth and ignorance , for the love of God The poor ...
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... father , O Morar ! the father of no son , but thee . Weep , thou father of Morar ! weep ; but thy son heareth thee not . Deep is the sleep of the dead - low their pillow of dust . No more shall he hear thy voice — no more awake at thy ...
... father , O Morar ! the father of no son , but thee . Weep , thou father of Morar ! weep ; but thy son heareth thee not . Deep is the sleep of the dead - low their pillow of dust . No more shall he hear thy voice — no more awake at thy ...
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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
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Page 236 - 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...
Page xvii - 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...
Page 245 - 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...
Page 351 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 329 - 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.
Page 235 - 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...
Page 173 - 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.
Page 350 - 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.
Page 216 - 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.
Page 349 - 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...