Principles of ElocutionOliver & Boyd, 1857 - Počet stran: 412 |
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... Poet , ..117 25. Remarks on some of the best Poets , both Ancient and Modern , 26. On the Iliad of Homer , .. ........ 119 ..122 27. On the Odyssey of Homer , .123 28. On the Beauties of Virgil , ..124 29. Siege and Conquest of ...
... Poet , ..117 25. Remarks on some of the best Poets , both Ancient and Modern , 26. On the Iliad of Homer , .. ........ 119 ..122 27. On the Odyssey of Homer , .123 28. On the Beauties of Virgil , ..124 29. Siege and Conquest of ...
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... St Paul at Athens , .. 47. Dramatic Poets , Page .140 .142 ............ 144 ..... 146 .148 ...... .149 .151 ... 152 ..... 155 ..... 159 .... 161 ......... .163 ..164 48. Security , .. 49. On the Sublime in Writing , .. ...........
... St Paul at Athens , .. 47. Dramatic Poets , Page .140 .142 ............ 144 ..... 146 .148 ...... .149 .151 ... 152 ..... 155 ..... 159 .... 161 ......... .163 ..164 48. Security , .. 49. On the Sublime in Writing , .. ...........
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... ..... . 11. Human Life , ... 12. Flattery unworthy of a Poet , 13. Description of Adam and Eve ,. 14. Satan's Remorse ,. 15. Autumn Evening Scene , ... ..........................................................................
... ..... . 11. Human Life , ... 12. Flattery unworthy of a Poet , 13. Description of Adam and Eve ,. 14. Satan's Remorse ,. 15. Autumn Evening Scene , ... ..........................................................................
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... poet Shined in description , he might show it ; Tell how the moonbeam trembling falls , And tips with silver all the walls ; Palladian walls , Venetian doors , Grotesco roofs , and stucco floors : But let it , in a word , be said , The ...
... poet Shined in description , he might show it ; Tell how the moonbeam trembling falls , And tips with silver all the walls ; Palladian walls , Venetian doors , Grotesco roofs , and stucco floors : But let it , in a word , be said , The ...
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... poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood , Land of the mountain and the flood , Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band , That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still as I view each well - known scene ...
... poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood , Land of the mountain and the flood , Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band , That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still as I view each well - known scene ...
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Strana 383 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn 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...
Strana 72 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters ! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men. I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Strana 381 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Strana 365 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Strana 64 - 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.
Strana 380 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Strana 314 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Strana 50 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft have you climbed up to walls and battlements, to towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, your infants in your arms, and there have sat the livelong day, with patient expectation, to see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Strana 363 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Strana 381 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...