The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings, Recitations, Declamations, Dialogues, Tableaux, Etc., Etc, Oplag 9

Forsideomslag
National School of Elocution and Oratory, 1883
 

Andre udgaver - Se alle

Almindelige termer og sætninger

Populære passager

Side 57 - But the Consul's brow was sad, And the Consul's speech was low, And darkly looked he at the wall, And darkly at the foe. "Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town?
Side 173 - Bring me to the test, And I the matter will reword ; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks.
Side 65 - And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Side 171 - O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
Side 61 - Then, whirling up his broadsword With both hands to the height, He rushed against Horatius, And smote with all his might, With shield and blade Horatius Right deftly turned the blow, The blow, though turned, came yet too nigh; It missed his helm, but gashed his thigh. The Tuscans raised a joyful cry To see the red blood flow.
Side 157 - I could see no more — my heart swelled into my throat — my eyes filled with tears — I felt as if I were acting a barbarous part in standing by and gazing idly on this scene of maternal anguish.
Side 169 - Come, come, and sit you down ; you shall not budge ; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Side 66 - And now he feels the bottom ; Now on dry earth he stands; Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands; And now with shouts and clapping, And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.
Side 60 - Herminius smote down Aruns; Lartius laid Ocnus low; Right to the heart of Lausulus Horatius sent a blow. "Lie there," he cried, "fell pirate! No more aghast and pale, From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark The track of thy destroying bark. No more Campania's hinds shall fly To woods and caverns when they spy Thy thrice accursed sail." XLI. But now no sound of laughter Was heard among the foes, A wild and wrathful clamor From all the vanguard rose. Six spears...
Side 62 - Now welcome, welcome, Sextus! Now welcome to thy home ! Why dost thou stay, and turn away? Here lies the road to Rome.

Bibliografiske oplysninger