A class-book of elocutionJohnstone and Hunter, 1853 - Всего страниц: 360 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 40
Стр. xi
... Face Glenara The Quarantine The Star of Bethlehem The Better Land Water - Fire · The Spanish Champion Scipio's Generosity . The Burial of Sir John Moore The Sunset of Battle Waterloo . A Military Execution at Gibraltar Slavery • The ...
... Face Glenara The Quarantine The Star of Bethlehem The Better Land Water - Fire · The Spanish Champion Scipio's Generosity . The Burial of Sir John Moore The Sunset of Battle Waterloo . A Military Execution at Gibraltar Slavery • The ...
Стр. 57
... face diffuses bloom , And every nameless grace ; the parted lip , Like the red rosebud moist with morning dew , Breathing delight ; and under flowing jet ; Or sunny ringlets , or of circling brown , The neck slight shaded , and the ...
... face diffuses bloom , And every nameless grace ; the parted lip , Like the red rosebud moist with morning dew , Breathing delight ; and under flowing jet ; Or sunny ringlets , or of circling brown , The neck slight shaded , and the ...
Стр. 88
... face , or to one who he thinks will tell you of it ; most probably he has either deceived and abused you , or means to do so . Remember the fable of the fox commend- ing the singing of the crow , who had something in her mouth which the ...
... face , or to one who he thinks will tell you of it ; most probably he has either deceived and abused you , or means to do so . Remember the fable of the fox commend- ing the singing of the crow , who had something in her mouth which the ...
Стр. 95
... face of which is deformed by the wild exuberance of a rank and pernicious vegetation , may delight the eye of a distant spec- tator by the loveliness of its verdure . That lake , whose waters are corrupted , and whose banks poison the ...
... face of which is deformed by the wild exuberance of a rank and pernicious vegetation , may delight the eye of a distant spec- tator by the loveliness of its verdure . That lake , whose waters are corrupted , and whose banks poison the ...
Стр. 96
... face of human society . The position which I myself occupy is seen and felt with all its disadvantages . Its vexations come home to my feelings with all the cer- tainty of experience . I see it before mine eyes with a vision so near and ...
... face of human society . The position which I myself occupy is seen and felt with all its disadvantages . Its vexations come home to my feelings with all the cer- tainty of experience . I see it before mine eyes with a vision so near and ...
Содержание
13 | |
23 | |
37 | |
50 | |
66 | |
74 | |
87 | |
93 | |
210 | |
217 | |
224 | |
231 | |
250 | |
258 | |
264 | |
277 | |
100 | |
109 | |
117 | |
133 | |
146 | |
153 | |
160 | |
175 | |
201 | |
208 | |
287 | |
302 | |
306 | |
313 | |
319 | |
326 | |
332 | |
339 | |
345 | |
352 | |
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
action animal appear arms beauty become better called cause character Christian close comes common creation dark death deep earth effect example existence expression face falling father fear feel field flowers follow force give grace hand happy hear heard heart heaven hope hour human important inflection interest kind king land language laws less light live look Lord means merely mind modulation moral nature never o'er object once pass peace person present principle question reader reason requires rest rising round rule scene seems seen sense sentence side soul sound speak spirit stand tell thee things thou thought tion true truth turn virtue voice waters whole young
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 45 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Стр. 283 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Стр. 330 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye.
Стр. 114 - The depth saith, It is not in me; and the sea saith, It is not with me. It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
Стр. 265 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Стр. 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Стр. 275 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
Стр. 94 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die — to sleep — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Стр. 208 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
Стр. 299 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.