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... passing - there , As in her natural form , swelled vast to heaven ! Awake , my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears , Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! awake , Voice of sweet song ! awake , my heart ...
... passing - there , As in her natural form , swelled vast to heaven ! Awake , my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears , Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! awake , Voice of sweet song ! awake , my heart ...
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... Through what variety of untried being , Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ? The wide , th ' unbounded prospect lies before me 20 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST . Cato's Soliloquy on the Immortality of Soul.
... Through what variety of untried being , Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ? The wide , th ' unbounded prospect lies before me 20 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST . Cato's Soliloquy on the Immortality of Soul.
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... pass'd . While e'en as o'er a martyr's grave , She knelt on that sad spot ; And weeping , bless'd the God who gave Strength to forsake it not ! MRS . HEMANS , GINEVRA . Ir thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance To Modena , where ...
... pass'd . While e'en as o'er a martyr's grave , She knelt on that sad spot ; And weeping , bless'd the God who gave Strength to forsake it not ! MRS . HEMANS , GINEVRA . Ir thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance To Modena , where ...
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... passes on , Gazes his fill , and comes and comes again , That he may call it up when far away . She sits , inclining forward as to speak ; Her lips half open , and her finger up , As though she said " Beware ! " her vest of gold ...
... passes on , Gazes his fill , and comes and comes again , That he may call it up when far away . She sits , inclining forward as to speak ; Her lips half open , and her finger up , As though she said " Beware ! " her vest of gold ...
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... pass'd , And the thrones of the mighty that quail'd to the blast , Again , from the depths of their ruin , uprose 32 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST . Milman Lines Written for Recitation, on occasion of the Death of the Duke of Wellington ...
... pass'd , And the thrones of the mighty that quail'd to the blast , Again , from the depths of their ruin , uprose 32 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST . Milman Lines Written for Recitation, on occasion of the Death of the Duke of Wellington ...
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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
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...