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Pagina 17
... dark , substantial black— An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it , As with a wedge ! but , when I look again , It ... darkness all the night ! And visited all night by troops of stars ; Or when they climb the sky , or when they sink ...
... dark , substantial black— An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it , As with a wedge ! but , when I look again , It ... darkness all the night ! And visited all night by troops of stars ; Or when they climb the sky , or when they sink ...
Pagina 18
... dark and icy caverns called you forth , Down those precipitous , black , jagged rocks , For ever shattered , and the same for ever ? Who gave you your invulnerable life , Your strength , your speed , your fury , and your joy , Unceasing ...
... dark and icy caverns called you forth , Down those precipitous , black , jagged rocks , For ever shattered , and the same for ever ? Who gave you your invulnerable life , Your strength , your speed , your fury , and your joy , Unceasing ...
Pagina 21
... darkness rest upon it . Here will I hold . If there's a Power above us , ( And that there is , all nature cries aloud Through all her works ) , he must delight in virtue , And that which he delights in must be happy . But when , or ...
... darkness rest upon it . Here will I hold . If there's a Power above us , ( And that there is , all nature cries aloud Through all her works ) , he must delight in virtue , And that which he delights in must be happy . But when , or ...
Pagina 23
... dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts and ye caves ! My native land - good night ! GERTRUDE VON DER WART . BYRON . She is supposed to be standing near the rack on which her husband is perishing . HER hands ...
... dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts and ye caves ! My native land - good night ! GERTRUDE VON DER WART . BYRON . She is supposed to be standing near the rack on which her husband is perishing . HER hands ...
Pagina 24
... dark hour brought repose , To happy bosoms near , While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form , And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm . She wiped the death - damps from his brow , 24 THE ...
... dark hour brought repose , To happy bosoms near , While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form , And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm . She wiped the death - damps from his brow , 24 THE ...
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The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2017 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 261 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pagina 28 - 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 undiscovered 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...
Pagina 35 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons 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.
Pagina 154 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
Pagina 236 - 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...
Pagina 259 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, 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 Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pagina 170 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...
Pagina 174 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Pagina 170 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Pagina 18 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...