The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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A. Cunningham. Throw down , my son , the Duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt . When , Harry ; when ? Obedience bids I should not bid again . K. Rich . Norfolk , throw down ; we bid : there is no boot ...
A. Cunningham. Throw down , my son , the Duke of Norfolk's gage . K. Rich . And , Norfolk , throw down his . Gaunt . When , Harry ; when ? Obedience bids I should not bid again . K. Rich . Norfolk , throw down ; we bid : there is no boot ...
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... duke is surely noble ; but he touched me Ev'n on the tend'rest point ; the master string That makes most harmony or discord to me . I own the glorious subject fires my breast , And my soul's darling passion stands confess'd ; Beyond or ...
... duke is surely noble ; but he touched me Ev'n on the tend'rest point ; the master string That makes most harmony or discord to me . I own the glorious subject fires my breast , And my soul's darling passion stands confess'd ; Beyond or ...
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... duke was shy : To gain the plaudits of the knowing few , Gamblers and grooms , what would not Blaney do ? His dearest friend , at that improving age , Was Hounslow Dick , who drove the Western stage ! Cruel he was not - if he left his ...
... duke was shy : To gain the plaudits of the knowing few , Gamblers and grooms , what would not Blaney do ? His dearest friend , at that improving age , Was Hounslow Dick , who drove the Western stage ! Cruel he was not - if he left his ...
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... DUKE ARANZA'S WELCOME HOME TO JULIANA . Tobin . Duke . You are welcome home . Jul . Home ! you are merry ; this retired spot would be a palace for an owl ! Duke . ' Tis ours , Jul . Ay , for the time we stay in it . Duke . -By Heaven ...
... DUKE ARANZA'S WELCOME HOME TO JULIANA . Tobin . Duke . You are welcome home . Jul . Home ! you are merry ; this retired spot would be a palace for an owl ! Duke . ' Tis ours , Jul . Ay , for the time we stay in it . Duke . -By Heaven ...
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... Duke . I think ' twill happen , wife . Jul . Duke . -What ! rub and scrub your noble palace clean ? -Those taper fingers will do it daintily . Jul . And dress your victuals , ( if there be any ? ) Oh ! I could go mad ! Duke . And mend ...
... Duke . I think ' twill happen , wife . Jul . Duke . -What ! rub and scrub your noble palace clean ? -Those taper fingers will do it daintily . Jul . And dress your victuals , ( if there be any ? ) Oh ! I could go mad ! Duke . And mend ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Andy arms aweary behold beneath blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar Charles of Anjou cloud Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duchess d'Alençon Duke Durfy e'er Elderslie eyes father fear feel Fern friends give Gloc glory hand Hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Huguet Inchcape Rock Jacob JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Magyars Misther Dick morn mourn Murphy never night noble Norf o'er once pale pass'd pity poor Proc Rich Romeo rose Sampson scene shame shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrow soul Squire steeds stood sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing Thomas spurs thou thought Twas voice wild wind Wolsey yellow admiral young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 161 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it ; I have killed many ; I have fully glutted my vengeance ; for my country 1 rejoice at the beams of peace.
Seite 70 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Seite 176 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace ; Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King!
Seite 165 - That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 176 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Seite 116 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Seite 101 - Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there — my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Seite 15 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Seite 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Seite 150 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!