An Elocutionary Manual: With an Introductory Essay on the Study of Literature, and on Vocal Culture in Its Relation to an Aesthetic Appreciation of PoetryC. Desilver, 1875 - Всего страниц: 432 |
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... hours , And are up - gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves us not . Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I , standing on this pleasant lea ...
... hours , And are up - gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves us not . Great God ! I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I , standing on this pleasant lea ...
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... hours and days would he spend , in giving facility to his fingers , and attaining the power of the sweetest and most expressive execution . If he were devoting himself to the organ , what months and years would he labour , that he might ...
... hours and days would he spend , in giving facility to his fingers , and attaining the power of the sweetest and most expressive execution . If he were devoting himself to the organ , what months and years would he labour , that he might ...
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... hour , five hundred years since their creation , the tales of Chaucer , never equalled on this earth for their tenderness , and for life of picturesque- ness , are read familiarly by many in the charming lan- guage of their natal day ...
... hour , five hundred years since their creation , the tales of Chaucer , never equalled on this earth for their tenderness , and for life of picturesque- ness , are read familiarly by many in the charming lan- guage of their natal day ...
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... hour she never sorrow'd But from then she never smil'd . ' Mid the Savoy mountain valleys , Far from town or haunt of man , Stands a lonely church , unfinish'd , Which the Duchess Maud began . - Old , that Duchess stern began it , In ...
... hour she never sorrow'd But from then she never smil'd . ' Mid the Savoy mountain valleys , Far from town or haunt of man , Stands a lonely church , unfinish'd , Which the Duchess Maud began . - Old , that Duchess stern began it , In ...
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... hours : A feeling that is like a sense of wings , Restless to soar above these perishing things . We pass out from the city's feverish hum , To find refreshment in the silent woods ; And Nature , that is beautiful and dumb , Like a cool ...
... hours : A feeling that is like a sense of wings , Restless to soar above these perishing things . We pass out from the city's feverish hum , To find refreshment in the silent woods ; And Nature , that is beautiful and dumb , Like a cool ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON arms beauty bells beloved sleep beneath blow breath Chaucer's Christabel church Clara Vere clouds dark dead death deep doth dream dying earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING English Excalibur eyes face fair father feeling flowers give giveth His beloved glory Goethe hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven human imagination King Arthur lady lake language leave light literature living look marble mighty mind moon mountains nature never Nevermore night noble o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES Othello palimpsest panther poem poet poetry Praxiteles roll round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE seemed Shakspeare sing Sir Bedivere Sisera smiling soft song soul sound speak spirit stars strange sweet sword tears tell thee thing THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THOMAS DE QUINCEY thou thought truth unto Vere de Vere verse voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind woman word
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Стр. 334 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 250 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Стр. 379 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Стр. 188 - Then Herod, when he saw that he was mocked of the wise men, was exceeding wroth, and sent forth and slew all the children that were in Bethlehem, and in all the coasts thereof, from two years old and under, according to the time which he had diligently inquired of the wise men.
Стр. 400 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Стр. 396 - Mark you this, Bassanio, The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
Стр. 238 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Стр. 190 - And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father...
Стр. 306 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he, not...
Стр. 420 - God bless us ! ' and ' Amen ' the other ; As ' they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say ' Amen,' When they did say ' God bless us !