Rhetorical Dialogues: Or, Dramatic Selections for the Use of Schools, Academies, and FamiliesDurrie, & Peck, 1839 - 514 pages |
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... hand may yet lead thee , a glorified guest , To the home of thy mother , the Land of the Blest . II . THE DEAD MOTHER . - Anonymous . FATHER - CHILD . Father . Touch not thy mother , boy . - Thou canst not wake her . Child . Why ...
... hand may yet lead thee , a glorified guest , To the home of thy mother , the Land of the Blest . II . THE DEAD MOTHER . - Anonymous . FATHER - CHILD . Father . Touch not thy mother , boy . - Thou canst not wake her . Child . Why ...
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... hand of the Most High Bends in the watery cloud : He is the sign Of prosperous change and interposing Heaven . + X ... hands to wield them . Seventh Dale . Get on the bank , Gustavus . Anderson . Do , my lord . Gustavus . My countrymen ...
... hand of the Most High Bends in the watery cloud : He is the sign Of prosperous change and interposing Heaven . + X ... hands to wield them . Seventh Dale . Get on the bank , Gustavus . Anderson . Do , my lord . Gustavus . My countrymen ...
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... hands I come , From hearts that ne'er knew pity , dark and vengeful ; Who quaff the tears of orphans , bathe in blood ... hand of tyrants . With thee I sought this favorite soil ; with thee These favorite sons I sought : thy sons , O ...
... hands I come , From hearts that ne'er knew pity , dark and vengeful ; Who quaff the tears of orphans , bathe in blood ... hand of tyrants . With thee I sought this favorite soil ; with thee These favorite sons I sought : thy sons , O ...
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... hand should do a hasty deed My cooler thought forbids . Auf . I court The worst thy sword can do ; while thou from me Hast nothing to expect but sore destruction ; Quit then this hostile camp : once more I tell thee , Thou art not here ...
... hand should do a hasty deed My cooler thought forbids . Auf . I court The worst thy sword can do ; while thou from me Hast nothing to expect but sore destruction ; Quit then this hostile camp : once more I tell thee , Thou art not here ...
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... hand . ) A wound - mere fable— Lud . Nay , more the same blow struck from off one of the assassin's fingers , a jewel ; it glittered as it fell : I snatched it from the grass - I thrust it within my bosom , and have ever since preserved ...
... hand . ) A wound - mere fable— Lud . Nay , more the same blow struck from off one of the assassin's fingers , a jewel ; it glittered as it fell : I snatched it from the grass - I thrust it within my bosom , and have ever since preserved ...
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Page 77 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Page 47 - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 47 - 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. 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.
Page 48 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 77 - Set in a note-book, learned and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
Page 75 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched 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...
Page 47 - Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Page 72 - 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.
Page 47 - 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.
Page 75 - I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.