Rhetorical Dialogues: Or, Dramatic Selections for the Use of Schools, Academies, and FamiliesDurrie, & Peck, 1839 - 514 pàgines |
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Pàgina 7
... Father , Child , 2. The Dead Mother - Father , Child , PAGE • · Mrs. Abdy , 13 Anonymous , 14 Anonymous , 16 3. The World - First Child , Second Child , 4. From Ali Pacha - Zenocles , Talathon , 5. From the Vespers of Palermo - Eribert ...
... Father , Child , 2. The Dead Mother - Father , Child , PAGE • · Mrs. Abdy , 13 Anonymous , 14 Anonymous , 16 3. The World - First Child , Second Child , 4. From Ali Pacha - Zenocles , Talathon , 5. From the Vespers of Palermo - Eribert ...
Pàgina 33
... FATHER - CHILD . Child . Dear Father , I ask for my mother in vain , Has she sought some far country , her health to regain , Has she left our cold climate of frost and of snow , For some warm sunny land , where the soft breezes blow ? " ...
... FATHER - CHILD . Child . Dear Father , I ask for my mother in vain , Has she sought some far country , her health to regain , Has she left our cold climate of frost and of snow , For some warm sunny land , where the soft breezes blow ? " ...
Pàgina 33
... Father , the journey depends , Let us go to my mother , her kindred , and friends . Father . Not on me , love ; I trust I may reach that bright clime , But in patience I stay till the Lord's chosen time , And must strive , while ...
... Father , the journey depends , Let us go to my mother , her kindred , and friends . Father . Not on me , love ; I trust I may reach that bright clime , But in patience I stay till the Lord's chosen time , And must strive , while ...
Pàgina 33
... Father . Child ! child ! -- you drive me mad -- come hence , I Till say . • Child . Nay , Father , be not angry ! let me stay here my mother wakens . Father . I have told you , Your mother cannot wake - not in this world- But in another ...
... Father . Child ! child ! -- you drive me mad -- come hence , I Till say . • Child . Nay , Father , be not angry ! let me stay here my mother wakens . Father . I have told you , Your mother cannot wake - not in this world- But in another ...
Pàgina 33
... father : If Hector fell by him , Troy fell by you . But what your father never would have done , You do . You cherish the remains of Troy ; And , by an ill - timed pity , keep alive The dying embers of a ten - years ' war . Have you so ...
... father : If Hector fell by him , Troy fell by you . But what your father never would have done , You do . You cherish the remains of Troy ; And , by an ill - timed pity , keep alive The dying embers of a ten - years ' war . Have you so ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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,
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 75 - I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.