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Conrad Hume Pinches. SELECTIONS IN VERSE . ADDRESS TO MONT BLANC . pause HAST thou a charm to stay the morning - star In his steep course ? So long he seems to On thy bald awful head , O sovran Blanc ! The Arvé and Arveiron at thy base ...
Conrad Hume Pinches. SELECTIONS IN VERSE . ADDRESS TO MONT BLANC . pause HAST thou a charm to stay the morning - star In his steep course ? So long he seems to On thy bald awful head , O sovran Blanc ! The Arvé and Arveiron at thy base ...
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... thou wilt not When thou hast heard the tale they told me there . She was an only child ; from infancy The joy , the pride of an indulgent sire . Her mother dying of the gift she gave , That precious gift , what else remained to him ...
... thou wilt not When thou hast heard the tale they told me there . She was an only child ; from infancy The joy , the pride of an indulgent sire . Her mother dying of the gift she gave , That precious gift , what else remained to him ...
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... thee , or go down And grovel in the dust , and hide myself From mine own shame ? O thou defiled Jerusalem ! That drinkest thine own blood as from a fountain That hast piled up the fabric of thy guilt : To such portentous height , that ...
... thee , or go down And grovel in the dust , and hide myself From mine own shame ? O thou defiled Jerusalem ! That drinkest thine own blood as from a fountain That hast piled up the fabric of thy guilt : To such portentous height , that ...
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... Hast thou , my child , forgot , ere this , A mother's face - a mother's tongue ? She'll ne'er forget your parting ... thou now for ever gone ? And shall I never see thee more , My pretty , pretty , pretty lad ? I will be free ! unbar the ...
... Hast thou , my child , forgot , ere this , A mother's face - a mother's tongue ? She'll ne'er forget your parting ... thou now for ever gone ? And shall I never see thee more , My pretty , pretty , pretty lad ? I will be free ! unbar the ...
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... thou thy path hast trod With freedom and with God . The oak waved proudly o'er thy burial - rite , BYRON . On thy crown'd bier to slumber warriors bore thee ; And , with true hearts , thy brethren of the fight Wept as they vail'd their ...
... thou thy path hast trod With freedom and with God . The oak waved proudly o'er thy burial - rite , BYRON . On thy crown'd bier to slumber warriors bore thee ; And , with true hearts , thy brethren of the fight Wept as they vail'd their ...
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The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...