Selections for Reading and Elocution: A Handbook for Teachers and StudentsWalter H. Baker & Company, 1879 - 240 من الصفحات |
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... flow , Stopped for a while , and sighed to answer , " No. " 2. STRESS . RADICAL . What man dare , I dare . On , on to Rome we come ! The gladiators come ! Let opulence tremble in all his palaces ! Hence , horrible shadow ! unreal ...
... flow , Stopped for a while , and sighed to answer , " No. " 2. STRESS . RADICAL . What man dare , I dare . On , on to Rome we come ! The gladiators come ! Let opulence tremble in all his palaces ! Hence , horrible shadow ! unreal ...
الصفحة 24
... flows ; Far above the rolling thunder , When the surging storm Rent its sulphury folds asunder , We beheld thy form . The children , too - dear things ! - - they'll be sopping wet ; for they shan't stay at home ; they shan't lose their ...
... flows ; Far above the rolling thunder , When the surging storm Rent its sulphury folds asunder , We beheld thy form . The children , too - dear things ! - - they'll be sopping wet ; for they shan't stay at home ; they shan't lose their ...
الصفحة 59
... flow at full beside , Now ' tis slackest ebb of tide , Reach the mooring ? Rather say , While rock stands or water runs , Not a ship will leave the bay ! " Then was called a council straight ; Brief and bitter SELECTIONS . 59.
... flow at full beside , Now ' tis slackest ebb of tide , Reach the mooring ? Rather say , While rock stands or water runs , Not a ship will leave the bay ! " Then was called a council straight ; Brief and bitter SELECTIONS . 59.
الصفحة 72
... flow , Swift as an arrowe , sharp and strong ; And all the aire , it seemeth mee , Bin full of floating bells ( sayth shee ) , That ring the tune of Enderby . Alle fresh the level pasture lay , And not a shadowe mote be seene , Save ...
... flow , Swift as an arrowe , sharp and strong ; And all the aire , it seemeth mee , Bin full of floating bells ( sayth shee ) , That ring the tune of Enderby . Alle fresh the level pasture lay , And not a shadowe mote be seene , Save ...
الصفحة 74
... flow strewed wrecks about the grass , That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow , alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own ( she saith ) , And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my ...
... flow strewed wrecks about the grass , That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow , alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own ( she saith ) , And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my ...
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الصفحة 231 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood ! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth,' still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their...
الصفحة 238 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
الصفحة 84 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 205 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
الصفحة 218 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
الصفحة 13 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
الصفحة 183 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist . Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
الصفحة 184 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His...
الصفحة 141 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of. Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick : Who cried aloud: 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
الصفحة 67 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!