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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... young folks so much delight in . The ardor and enthusiasm it inspires in their youthful breasts . is abso- lutely astonishing . The work will be found to possess great variety and copiousness . I have aimed at the double pur- pose of ...
... young folks so much delight in . The ardor and enthusiasm it inspires in their youthful breasts . is abso- lutely astonishing . The work will be found to possess great variety and copiousness . I have aimed at the double pur- pose of ...
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... Young Rapid , Old Rapid , Bronze , Land- lord , Waiter , Servant , Miss Vortex , Scene Second , Scene Third , 33. From Fish out of Water -- Sir George Court- ley , Alderman Gayfare , Charles Gayfare , Steward , Sam Savory , Footman ...
... Young Rapid , Old Rapid , Bronze , Land- lord , Waiter , Servant , Miss Vortex , Scene Second , Scene Third , 33. From Fish out of Water -- Sir George Court- ley , Alderman Gayfare , Charles Gayfare , Steward , Sam Savory , Footman ...
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... young man who was so grievously bruised by the breaking of his team . Everg . That was kindly done , Henry . Hen . I found him suffering under extreme torture , yet a ray of joy shot from his languid eye - for his medicine was ...
... young man who was so grievously bruised by the breaking of his team . Everg . That was kindly done , Henry . Hen . I found him suffering under extreme torture , yet a ray of joy shot from his languid eye - for his medicine was ...
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... Young man , mark me . This Morrington , whose precepts wear the face of virtue , and whose practice seems benevolence , was the chief of the banditti that ruined me . Hen . Is it possible ? Sir P. by robbery . That bond you hold in your ...
... Young man , mark me . This Morrington , whose precepts wear the face of virtue , and whose practice seems benevolence , was the chief of the banditti that ruined me . Hen . Is it possible ? Sir P. by robbery . That bond you hold in your ...
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... young man ! your virtues have repaid my cares . Florian , let Geraldine become your wife - be you hereafter the protector of my people . Flor . Merciful powers ! I ! the child of accident and mys- tery - a wretched foundling ! -I ! — De ...
... young man ! your virtues have repaid my cares . Florian , let Geraldine become your wife - be you hereafter the protector of my people . Flor . Merciful powers ! I ! the child of accident and mys- tery - a wretched foundling ! -I ! — De ...
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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.