A system of elocution based upon grammatical analysis |
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... Brutus , with himself at war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Cas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion ; By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me ...
... Brutus , with himself at war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Cas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion ; By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me ...
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... Brutus : Were I a common laugher , or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every new protester ; if you know That I do fawn on men , and hug them hard , And , after , scandal them ; or if you know That I profess myself in ...
... Brutus : Were I a common laugher , or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every new protester ; if you know That I do fawn on men , and hug them hard , And , after , scandal them ; or if you know That I profess myself in ...
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... Brutus , what shall be done ? If this be known , Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back ; For I will slay myself . Bru . Cassius , be constant : Popilius Lenas speaks not of our purposes : For , look , he smiles , and Cæsar doth not ...
... Brutus , what shall be done ? If this be known , Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back ; For I will slay myself . Bru . Cassius , be constant : Popilius Lenas speaks not of our purposes : For , look , he smiles , and Cæsar doth not ...
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... Brutus ! Cas . [ Kneeling . ] Pardon , Cæsar : -Cæsar , pardon : As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall , To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber . Caes . I could be well moved , if I were as you ; If I could pray to move , prayers ...
... Brutus ! Cas . [ Kneeling . ] Pardon , Cæsar : -Cæsar , pardon : As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall , To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber . Caes . I could be well moved , if I were as you ; If I could pray to move , prayers ...
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... Brutus bootless kneel ? Casca . Speak , hands , for me . [ Casca stabs Cæsar in the neck . He then is stabbed by the other Conspirators , and at last by Marcus Brutus . Caes . Et tu Brute ? -Then fall Cæsar . [ CESAR falls , and dies ...
... Brutus bootless kneel ? Casca . Speak , hands , for me . [ Casca stabs Cæsar in the neck . He then is stabbed by the other Conspirators , and at last by Marcus Brutus . Caes . Et tu Brute ? -Then fall Cæsar . [ CESAR falls , and dies ...
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Aldabella Antony battle bear Bianca blood bosom brave breast Brutus C. H. SPURGEON Cæsar Caius Verres Casca character Christ Christian dark dead dear death deep Demosthenes divine door doth ducats Duke earth Elocution elocutionary eternal eyes father Fazio feeling give glorious glory grace grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven Highland Highland Hills honour hope HUGHES'S human Jesus JOHN CAIRD justice labour land laws liberty light lips living look Lord Mark Antony mind nature never Nevermore night noble o'er orator passion PATERNOSTER SQUARE prayers principle Quoth the Raven religion sentence shore Shylock smile soul speak spirit St Pier suffered SURPLUS LABOUR sweet sword tears tell thee things THOMAS CHALMERS thou art thought tion tone true utterance Vere voice words
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43 ページ - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he Is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
376 ページ - Dar'st thou, 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 And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
389 ページ - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer,— Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
390 ページ - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a 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.
382 ページ - I could be well mov'd, if I were as you ; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me : But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; But there's but one in all doth hold his place...
140 ページ - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
359 ページ - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys, and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
137 ページ - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
143 ページ - I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
49 ページ - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.