Essentials of Public Speaking: For Secondary SchoolsGinn, 1910 - 250 ページ |
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... . 196 Irish Disturbance Bill , The O'Connell 136 Isle of Long Ago , The Taylor . 55 Lady Clare . Last Leaf , The Leper , The • Tennyson 165 • Holmes 39 • Willis 71 xiii PAGE Macbeth at Dunsinane · Shakespeare . 161 . •
... . 196 Irish Disturbance Bill , The O'Connell 136 Isle of Long Ago , The Taylor . 55 Lady Clare . Last Leaf , The Leper , The • Tennyson 165 • Holmes 39 • Willis 71 xiii PAGE Macbeth at Dunsinane · Shakespeare . 161 . •
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... lady ! she is dead Long ago- - That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his chin Like a staff ; And a crook is in his back , And a melancholy crack In his laugh ...
... lady ! she is dead Long ago- - That he had a Roman nose , And his cheek was like a rose In the snow . But now his nose is thin , And it rests upon his chin Like a staff ; And a crook is in his back , And a melancholy crack In his laugh ...
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... Lady Macbeth . This is the very painting Shakespeare . O , proper stuff ! of your fear : This is the air - drawn dagger which , you said , Led you to Duncan . O , these flaws and starts , Impostors to true fear , would well become A ...
... Lady Macbeth . This is the very painting Shakespeare . O , proper stuff ! of your fear : This is the air - drawn dagger which , you said , Led you to Duncan . O , these flaws and starts , Impostors to true fear , would well become A ...
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... Lady Macbeth . That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold ; What hath quench'd them hath given me fire . Hark ! Peace ! It was the owl that shrieked , the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern'st good - night . He is about it ...
... Lady Macbeth . That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold ; What hath quench'd them hath given me fire . Hark ! Peace ! It was the owl that shrieked , the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern'st good - night . He is about it ...
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... Lady M. Donalbain . Macb . This is a sorry sight . [ Looking on his hands . Lady M. A foolish thought , to say a sorry sight . Macb . There's one did laugh in ' s sleep , and one cried " Murder ! " That they did wake each other : I ...
... Lady M. Donalbain . Macb . This is a sorry sight . [ Looking on his hands . Lady M. A foolish thought , to say a sorry sight . Macb . There's one did laugh in ' s sleep , and one cried " Murder ! " That they did wake each other : I ...
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103 ページ - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses, Or else worth...
230 ページ - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
139 ページ - Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
187 ページ - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge 1 if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
227 ページ - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament— Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read— And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
107 ページ - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
139 ページ - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!
40 ページ - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
137 ページ - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
182 ページ - The waves were dead ; the tides were in their grave, The moon their mistress had expired before ; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd ; Darkness had no need Of aid from them — She was the universe.