The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry, Consisting of Narrative, Descriptive, Argumentative, Didactic, Pathetic, and Humorous Pieces, Together with Dialogues, Addresses, Orations, Speeches, &c. ...Goodwin, 1830 - 312 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
answered army asked battle beauty began behold black crows Blackfoot language blood blunderbuss born Bowl brave cadi Capt Cesar Charlestown Colter commanded cried dead death deer fly Demetrius dervis died Domat earth enemy English eyes father fear fell beast felonious flight fire Fred Gelert give glory grave ground hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven honor Hornby hour Humph Indian Isabella Jews Josephus judge king LESSON Lewellyn live look lord Marcus Tullius Cicero master merchant mercy mind morning never smiled night o'er passed Plato pleasure poor pray prince Pronounced replied retired returned Roman Sir Rob slaves Socrates soldiers soon soul stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art weak thou hast thought tongue turned twas uncle Toby virtue voice words Wretch young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 137 - all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown ; Which he did thrice refuse : Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And sure he is an honorable man. 5. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke : But here I am to speak what I do know.
Página 137 - put it on ; ? Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii* Look ! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through See what a rent the envious Casca made Through this the well beloved Brutus stabb'd; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Cesar follow'd it!
Página 139 - spread the truth from pole to pole. 3. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball? What though no real voice nor sound Amid these radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing, as they shine,
Página 131 - actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so
Página 137 - But, as you. know me all, a plain, blunt man, That love my friend—and that they knew full well, That gave me public leave to speak of him ! For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor power of speech, To stir men's blood.
Página 133 - 2. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground. And tell sad stories of the death of kings :— How some have been depos'd, some slain in war ; Some haunted by the ghosts they have* depos'd ; Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd ; All murder'd
Página 113 - a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss : Ah that maternal smile! it answers—Yes, 2. I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day ; I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away ; And, turning from my nurs'ry window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu. But was it such
Página 90 - The next, .with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." THE EPITAPH. 30. HERE rests his head, upon the lap
Página 137 - 8. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Cesar put it on ; ? Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii* Look ! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through See what a rent the envious Casca made Through this the
Página 137 - Dar'st them, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ?"—Upon the word, 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,