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... blood was now being celebrated in a many - voiced chant , with which the earth should ring for centuries . Some from other lands were already present to hear and join in it ; some free Britons to aid , some wondering slaves of other ...
... blood was now being celebrated in a many - voiced chant , with which the earth should ring for centuries . Some from other lands were already present to hear and join in it ; some free Britons to aid , some wondering slaves of other ...
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... blood , A proud , though child - like form . The flames roll'd on - he would not go , Without his father's word ; That father , faint in death below , His voice no longer heard . D 66 He call'd aloud : - " Say , Father 17.
... blood , A proud , though child - like form . The flames roll'd on - he would not go , Without his father's word ; That father , faint in death below , His voice no longer heard . D 66 He call'd aloud : - " Say , Father 17.
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... we in it shall be remember'd ; We few , we happy few , we band of brothers ! For , he to - day that sheds his blood with me , Shall be my brother : be he e'er so vile , This day shall gentle his condition ; And gentlemen in 19.
... we in it shall be remember'd ; We few , we happy few , we band of brothers ! For , he to - day that sheds his blood with me , Shall be my brother : be he e'er so vile , This day shall gentle his condition ; And gentlemen in 19.
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... blood were poured out for our safety and repose . And need I tell you to glance again at the causes it suggests for our solicitude ? I have struck that chord already . It will vibrate in all hearts . Unhappy Ireland ! She came from the ...
... blood were poured out for our safety and repose . And need I tell you to glance again at the causes it suggests for our solicitude ? I have struck that chord already . It will vibrate in all hearts . Unhappy Ireland ! She came from the ...
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... blood- I've seen it on the breaking ocean Strive with a swoln , convulsive motion , - I've seen the sick and ghastly bed Of Sin , delirious with its dread ! But these were horrors - this was woe Unmix'd with such , but sure and slow ...
... blood- I've seen it on the breaking ocean Strive with a swoln , convulsive motion , - I've seen the sick and ghastly bed Of Sin , delirious with its dread ! But these were horrors - this was woe Unmix'd with such , but sure and slow ...
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The English Orator: A Selection of Pieces for Reading & Recitation James Hedderwick Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Absalom Athens beauty behold beneath blood bosom breath bright brow Brutus burst Cæsar call'd Cassius cataract clouds Comal Crom Cromwell dark death deep delight DOGE OF VENICE dost dread earth ELGIN CATHEDRAL eternal eyes fair father fear feel gazed glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope human Iago idolatry king land Lochinvar look Lord lordship majesty Michael Cassio mighty mighty music Milton mind morning nature ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er ocean once peace poetry prayer puff Queen Mab Roch Rosaline round ruins Samian wine scene serpent seed Shylock silent slave sleep smile soul sound spirit sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine things thought thousand thunder thy serpent twas voice waves wild winds young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 162 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 12 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Seite 132 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Seite 163 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Seite 133 - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake — His coward...
Seite 182 - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Seite 77 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Seite 149 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
Seite 68 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Seite 148 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?