Webster's Progressive Speaker: A Very Fine Selection of the Most Admirable Pieces Suited for Oratorical Exhibitions in the Higher Classes of Academies, Colleges, Universities, Normal Schools, and for Intellectual Parlor EntertainmentsRobert M. De Witt, 1876 - 192 Seiten |
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... bear to leave them all ; I'll take - my - girls - and - boys ! The smiling angel dropped his pen- " Why , this will never do ; The man would be a boy again , And be a father , too ! " And so I laughed - my laughter woke The household ...
... bear to leave them all ; I'll take - my - girls - and - boys ! The smiling angel dropped his pen- " Why , this will never do ; The man would be a boy again , And be a father , too ! " And so I laughed - my laughter woke The household ...
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... bear ; Safe in the hand of one Disposing Power , Or in the natal or the mortal hour . All Nature is but Art , unknown to thee ; All Chance , Direction which thou canst not see ; All Discord , Harmony not understood ; All partial Evil ...
... bear ; Safe in the hand of one Disposing Power , Or in the natal or the mortal hour . All Nature is but Art , unknown to thee ; All Chance , Direction which thou canst not see ; All Discord , Harmony not understood ; All partial Evil ...
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... Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee . Give every man thine ear but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not expressed in fancy ; rich , not gaudy ...
... Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee . Give every man thine ear but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not expressed in fancy ; rich , not gaudy ...
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... bear , To groan and sweat under a weary life , But that the dread of something after death- The undiscovered country from whose bourne No traveller returns - puzzles the will , And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to ...
... bear , To groan and sweat under a weary life , But that the dread of something after death- The undiscovered country from whose bourne No traveller returns - puzzles the will , And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to ...
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... bear him company . Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax , Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May . ... The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe 42 WEBSTER'S ...
... bear him company . Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax , Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May . ... The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe 42 WEBSTER'S ...
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Webster's Progressive Speaker: A Very Fine Selection of the Most Admirable ... Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ain't Bardell beauty bells Blue brow Brutus BUMBLEBEES Cæsar Carthage cataphracts cheek Cratchet cried daddy-long-legs de-al dead dear death dream face fall father fell flirt flize galloped Gentlemen GEORGE COOPER golden goose gray half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL Hinglish JOSH BILLINGS Katydid king lady laff laugh light lips live look moon morning mosquitoes mother never night nobody's o'er once Peep poor ring Rome Romeo round Sally Brown sexton shoemaker's poy shook shoomp sigh sleep smile song soul sound stood sweet T. B. ALDRICH tarrier tell thee There's thine thing thou thro Tiny Tim turned Twas Tybalt Victor Galbraith voice Waiting the Judgment waves whistle wife wings woman of three WOOD THRUSH young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 53 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar; I found it in his closet, 't is 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...
Seite 44 - And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between, A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Seite 54 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Seite 18 - What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Seite 52 - He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Seite 41 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Seite 60 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Seite 53 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, — not without cause: What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Seite 35 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication of your sounds, . Made in her concave shores...
Seite 51 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.