Macleod's First text-book of elocution1877 |
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Σελίδα 30
... head , and we far away on the billow . Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , and o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; but little he'll reck , if they let him sleep on in the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our ...
... head , and we far away on the billow . Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , and o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; but little he'll reck , if they let him sleep on in the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our ...
Σελίδα 37
... head . She had a rustic , woodland air , and she was wildly clad ; her eyes were fair , and very fair ; her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little maid , how many may you be ? " " How many ? seven in all , " she said ...
... head . She had a rustic , woodland air , and she was wildly clad ; her eyes were fair , and very fair ; her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little maid , how many may you be ? " " How many ? seven in all , " she said ...
Σελίδα 38
... head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed , And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of simple bard , On life's rough ocean luckless - starr'd ! Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore , Till billows rage , and gales ...
... head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed , And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of simple bard , On life's rough ocean luckless - starr'd ! Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore , Till billows rage , and gales ...
Σελίδα 41
... head , and tamed his heart of fire , And sued the haughty king to free his long - imprisoned sire ; " I bring thee here my fortress keys , I bring my captive train , I pledge my faith , my liege , my lord - oh ! break my father's chain ...
... head , and tamed his heart of fire , And sued the haughty king to free his long - imprisoned sire ; " I bring thee here my fortress keys , I bring my captive train , I pledge my faith , my liege , my lord - oh ! break my father's chain ...
Σελίδα 42
... head ! He loosed the rein - his slack hand fell ; -upon the silent face He cast one long , deep , mournful glance , and fled from that sad place : His after - fate no more was heard amid the martial train : His banner led the spears no ...
... head ! He loosed the rein - his slack hand fell ; -upon the silent face He cast one long , deep , mournful glance , and fled from that sad place : His after - fate no more was heard amid the martial train : His banner led the spears no ...
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Σελίδα 37 - What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found,— Freedom to worship God.
Σελίδα 113 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me...
Σελίδα 115 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature ; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, — whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to Nature ; to show virtue her own feature ; scorn, her own image ; and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Σελίδα 74 - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
Σελίδα 75 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Σελίδα 111 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Σελίδα 75 - And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep...
Σελίδα 79 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Σελίδα 59 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Σελίδα 110 - Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor; So sinks the daystar in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...