The Hamilton Speaker, a Collection of New and Original Extracts, Especially Arranged and Adapted for Reading, Speaking, Recitation and Elocutionary Culture, for the Use of High Schools and Colleges: Carefully and Critically Comp. by Oliver E. Branch
Dick & Fitzgerald, 1878 - 257 Seiten
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American arms army battle beauty blood brave breath Brown called character comes common dark dead death deep dying earth England eyes face faith fall father fear feeling field fire flowers force forever forms France freedom give glory hand head hear heard heart heaven hills hold honor hope hour human Italy labor land liberty light lips living look morning mother move Napoleon nature never night once passed patriotism peace principle rest ring rises roll rose seemed seen ship side soldiers song soul sound South speak spirit stand step stood struggle sweet tears tell thing thought to-day true turned Union victory voice watch waters waves wild
Seite 16 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Seite 16 - Liberty first, and Union afterwards, — but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, — Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable," God grant it, — God grant it!
Seite 15 - I have not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the Union, to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty when the bonds that unite us together shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion, to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below...
Seite 50 - Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts; she needs none. There she is. Behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history; the world knows it by heart The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hill; and there they will remain forever.
Seite 50 - And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit.
Seite 50 - Shoulder to shoulder they went through the Revolution; hand in hand they stood round the administration of Washington, and felt his own great arm lean on them for support. Unkind feeling, if it exist, alienation and distrust, are the growth, unnatural to such soils, of false principles since sown. They are weeds, the seeds of which that same great arm never scattered.
Seite 88 - And star-dials pointed to morn, As the star-dials hinted of morn, At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn, Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
Seite 61 - It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to...
Seite 143 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 89 - Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber — This misty mid region of Weir — Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, This ghoul-haunted...