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The Elements of Elocution and Correct Reading

The Elements of Elocution and Correct Reading

Richson, Charles

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General World History

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ISBN10: 1150512059
ISBN13: 9781150512056
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 140
Weight: 0.47
Height: 0.32 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1860 edition. Excerpt: ...steals adown thy lovely face, Dissembling smiles to cheer me--cheer me! Heaven! Look on the mighty ruin I have pluck'd, Pluck'd instant, unsuspected, in the hour Of peace and dear security, on her head! And where--O where can cheerfulness be found? Mine must be mourning ever. Oh, my wife, I have undone thee! What th' infuriate band Of foes vindictive could not have achieved--In mercy would not--I have wrought! Thy husband! Thy husband, loved with such unshaken truth, --Thy husband, loved with such a steady flame, From youth's first hour!--even he hath on thee pluck'd, On thee, his soul's companion, life's best friend, Such desolation, as to view would draw From the wild savage pity's deepest groan! Dr. Dodd. 5. A Convict Mother's Grief, Oh, sleep not, my babe! for the morn of to-morrow Shall soothe me to slumber more tranquil than thine; The dark grave shall shield me from shame and from sorrow, Though the deeds and the gloom of the guilty are mine. Not long shall the arm of affection enfold thee: Not long shalt thou hang on thy mother's fond breast; And who with the eye of delight shall behold thee, And watch thee, and guard thee, when I am at rest? And yet it doth grieve me to wake thee, my dearest, The pangs of thy desolate mother to see; Thou wilt weep when the clank of my cold chain thou nearest, And none but the guilty shall mourn over me. And yet I must wake thee--for while thou art weeping, To calm thee, I stifle my tears for awhile; But thou smil'st in thy dreams while thus placidly sleeping, And, oh! how it wounds me to gaze on thy smile! Alas! my sweet babe, -with what pride had I pressed thee To the bosom that now throbs with terror and shame, If the pure tie of virtuous affection had blessed thee, And hailed thee the heir of thy...

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