Readings, Recitations, and ImpersonationsJournal Printing, 1891 - 257 páginas |
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... arms ! to arms ? to arms ! they cry , Grasp the shield and draw the sword ; Lead us to Phillipa's lord : Let us conquer him.
... arms ! to arms ? to arms ! they cry , Grasp the shield and draw the sword ; Lead us to Phillipa's lord : Let us conquer him.
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... arm which now is free ! I ne'er will ask for quarter , and I ne'er will be your slave ; But I'll swim the sea of slaughter till I sink beneath the wave ! The Thorough Stress as the character indicates is a fullness and steadiness of ...
... arm which now is free ! I ne'er will ask for quarter , and I ne'er will be your slave ; But I'll swim the sea of slaughter till I sink beneath the wave ! The Thorough Stress as the character indicates is a fullness and steadiness of ...
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... arm As if to hold me back from harm- " What is that dreadful wailing , Kate ? Wretched - heart - broken - desolate ! " " Why Tom , " said I , " that's Margery Hall , We all have learned her hopeless call , She married Charley just the ...
... arm As if to hold me back from harm- " What is that dreadful wailing , Kate ? Wretched - heart - broken - desolate ! " " Why Tom , " said I , " that's Margery Hall , We all have learned her hopeless call , She married Charley just the ...
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... arms , and cried aloud ; " Stand back ! I hear her sweet voice call ! Where's Margery ? I am Sergeant Hall ! " O , joy too great for life ! one cry She uttered , piercing , wild and high , Then all unconscious , dropped to rest , Pallid ...
... arms , and cried aloud ; " Stand back ! I hear her sweet voice call ! Where's Margery ? I am Sergeant Hall ! " O , joy too great for life ! one cry She uttered , piercing , wild and high , Then all unconscious , dropped to rest , Pallid ...
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... arm - in - arm with the editor of “ The Gimlet , " old Mr. Bobbet follerin ' close behind . As they stepped up onto the stagin ' the band struck up " Hail to the chief , that in triumph advances , " as soon as it stopped playin ' the ...
... arm - in - arm with the editor of “ The Gimlet , " old Mr. Bobbet follerin ' close behind . As they stepped up onto the stagin ' the band struck up " Hail to the chief , that in triumph advances , " as soon as it stopped playin ' the ...
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Página xv - 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...
Página 173 - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Página 213 - Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him: there is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
Página 212 - Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen?
Página 213 - Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Página 215 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No ! Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain, — These constitute a State ; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Página xv - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página xviii - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself and startles at destruction? "Tis the divinity that stirs within us; "Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Página 195 - Thus the Puritan was made up of two different men, the one all self-abasement, penitence, gratitude, passion, the other proud, calm, inflexible, sagacious. He prostrated himself in the dust before his Maker : but he set his foot on the neck of his king.
Página 212 - ... 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 Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.