New School Dialogues; Or, Dramatic Selections for the Use of Schools, Academies, and Families: Designed to Furnish Exercises Either for Reading, Recitation Or ExhibitionCollins & Brother, 1871 - 456ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... leave to suggest to his brother teachers , that although this work is specially designed to fur- nish materials for speaking , it will be found , on trial , to be decidedly excellent as a reading book for advanced classes . There is a ...
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... leave their channels empty . What had I to do with play ? I wanted nothing - ny wishes and my means were equal . The poor followed me with blessings ; love scattered roses on my pillow ; and morning waked me to delight . Oh , bitter ...
... leave their channels empty . What had I to do with play ? I wanted nothing - ny wishes and my means were equal . The poor followed me with blessings ; love scattered roses on my pillow ; and morning waked me to delight . Oh , bitter ...
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... leave you . Bev . Not leave me ! Recall past time then ; or through this sea of storms and darkness , show me a star to guide me . But what canst thou do ? Jar . The little that I can I will . You have been gener ous to me . I would not ...
... leave you . Bev . Not leave me ! Recall past time then ; or through this sea of storms and darkness , show me a star to guide me . But what canst thou do ? Jar . The little that I can I will . You have been gener ous to me . I would not ...
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... leave me . one approaches . Begone , I insist - I entreat . Ah ! some Hen . That word has charmed me . I obey , Sir Philip- you may hate but you shall respect me . Hastings . Come , lead me to the block - bear him my head ; They smile ...
... leave me . one approaches . Begone , I insist - I entreat . Ah ! some Hen . That word has charmed me . I obey , Sir Philip- you may hate but you shall respect me . Hastings . Come , lead me to the block - bear him my head ; They smile ...
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... leaves no trace To sully the pure air , wherewith it blends , And is , being uttered , gone ? -Why , ' twere enough For such a venial fault , to be deprived One little day of man's free heritage , Heaven's warm and sunny light ! —Oh ...
... leaves no trace To sully the pure air , wherewith it blends , And is , being uttered , gone ? -Why , ' twere enough For such a venial fault , to be deprived One little day of man's free heritage , Heaven's warm and sunny light ! —Oh ...
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86 ÆäÀÌÁö - The wide, th' unbounded prospect, lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in, must be happy.
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - Help me, Cassius, or I sink ! ' I, as ^Eneas our great ancestor • Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar.
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone.
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - All this? ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humor? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you ! for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time ! Brak.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts ; Dash him to pieces ! Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not : he was but a fool that brought My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart : A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.