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... Honour Shakespere 278 - Ibid 284 Massinger 287 The Merchant of Venice . First Selection Shakespere 291 The Merchant of Venice . Second Selection Ibid 295 The Two Foscari Venice Preserved . Venice Preserved . Werner - · Byron 303 First ...
... Honour Shakespere 278 - Ibid 284 Massinger 287 The Merchant of Venice . First Selection Shakespere 291 The Merchant of Venice . Second Selection Ibid 295 The Two Foscari Venice Preserved . Venice Preserved . Werner - · Byron 303 First ...
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... honour'd love and true , " Bear on , bear nobly on ! We have the blessed heaven in view , " Whose rest shall soon be won . " And were not these high words to flow From woman's breaking heart ? Through all that night of bitterest woe She ...
... honour'd love and true , " Bear on , bear nobly on ! We have the blessed heaven in view , " Whose rest shall soon be won . " And were not these high words to flow From woman's breaking heart ? Through all that night of bitterest woe She ...
Pagina 29
... honour , I am the most offending soul alive . No , faith , my coz , wish not a man from England : I would not lose so great an honour O do not wish one more ! As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have ...
... honour , I am the most offending soul alive . No , faith , my coz , wish not a man from England : I would not lose so great an honour O do not wish one more ! As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have ...
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... honour , when its helmèd glories shone Before you in the paths of battle . Hear me , Ye that , as I , adore the law , the prophets ; And at the ineffable thrice - holiest name Bow down your awe - struck foreheads to the ground . I am ...
... honour , when its helmèd glories shone Before you in the paths of battle . Hear me , Ye that , as I , adore the law , the prophets ; And at the ineffable thrice - holiest name Bow down your awe - struck foreheads to the ground . I am ...
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... honour dart , And love's warm eddies circle round her heart.- Near , and more near , the intrepid beauty pressed , Saw through the driving smoke , his dancing crest : Heard the exulting shout , " They run , they run ! " " Great God ...
... honour dart , And love's warm eddies circle round her heart.- Near , and more near , the intrepid beauty pressed , Saw through the driving smoke , his dancing crest : Heard the exulting shout , " They run , they run ! " " Great God ...
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The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2017 |
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Acres Adras Æsop arms art thou battle behold blood bosom brave breast brow Brutus Bull Cæsar Caius Verres Casca cheers cried dare dark dead dear death Doge dost doth dread Duke earth enemies eyes fate father fear feel fire Gabor Gaul gentleman give glory hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope HORACE SMITH hour justice king lady Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Mark Antony mind ne'er never night noble o'er once patricians peace pray proud R. B. SHERIDAN Rienzi rise Roman Rome Samian wine Scythians Shylock Sicily SIEGENDORF Sir Fret Sir Luc smile Sneer soldiers soul speak Speaker spirit sword tears tell thee thine thou hast thought throne traitor trembling Twas Tyke Venice voice wild word young Zounds
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...