An Essay on Elocution: With Elucidatory Passages from Various Authors to which are Added Remarks on Reading Prose and Verse, with Suggestions to Instructors of the Art |
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... blood bursts and smokes around . As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle . " OSSIAN . " In my distress I called upon the Lord , and cried ...
... blood bursts and smokes around . As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle . " OSSIAN . " In my distress I called upon the Lord , and cried ...
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... blood : Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed , On the bare earth expos'd he lies , With not a friend to close his eyes With downcast look the joyless victor sat , Revolving , in his alter'd soul , The various turns ...
... blood : Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed , On the bare earth expos'd he lies , With not a friend to close his eyes With downcast look the joyless victor sat , Revolving , in his alter'd soul , The various turns ...
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... blood - stain'd snow , And darker yet shall be the flow Of Iser rolling rapidly . VI . ' Tis morn , but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war - clouds , rolling dun , Where furious Frank , and fiery Hun , Shout in their sulph'rous ...
... blood - stain'd snow , And darker yet shall be the flow Of Iser rolling rapidly . VI . ' Tis morn , but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war - clouds , rolling dun , Where furious Frank , and fiery Hun , Shout in their sulph'rous ...
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... hatr And longer had she sung - but , with a frown , Revenge impatient rose . He threw his blood - stain'd sword in thunder down ; And with a withering look , The war - denouncing trumpet took , And blew a 3 ESSAY ON ELOCUTION . 25 25.
... hatr And longer had she sung - but , with a frown , Revenge impatient rose . He threw his blood - stain'd sword in thunder down ; And with a withering look , The war - denouncing trumpet took , And blew a 3 ESSAY ON ELOCUTION . 25 25.
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... blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou death - telling seer ! Or , if gory Culloden so dreadful appear , Draw , dotard , around thy old wavering sight ! This mantle , to cover the phantoms of fright . WIZARD ...
... blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou death - telling seer ! Or , if gory Culloden so dreadful appear , Draw , dotard , around thy old wavering sight ! This mantle , to cover the phantoms of fright . WIZARD ...
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Page 233 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 149 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 10 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? 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.
Page 119 - Gentlemen may cry peace! peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 149 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, 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 Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 150 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Page 76 - For I am the least of the apostles, that am not meet to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. But by the grace of God I am what I am; and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all; yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
Page 73 - The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light. But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness...
Page 37 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 38 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...