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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... thing of idiot mind , Yet to the poor unreasoning boy God had not been unkind . Old Sarah loved her helpless child , Whom helplessness made dear , And life was everything to him Who knew no hope nor fear . She knew his wants - she ...
... thing of idiot mind , Yet to the poor unreasoning boy God had not been unkind . Old Sarah loved her helpless child , Whom helplessness made dear , And life was everything to him Who knew no hope nor fear . She knew his wants - she ...
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... things calmly down ; He welcomes Fate when Fate is near , Nor taints his dying breath with fear . No - to fear not earthly thing , This it is that makes the King ; And all of us , whoe'er we be May carve us out that royalty . THE TIGER ...
... things calmly down ; He welcomes Fate when Fate is near , Nor taints his dying breath with fear . No - to fear not earthly thing , This it is that makes the King ; And all of us , whoe'er we be May carve us out that royalty . THE TIGER ...
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... thing that you have deprived us of our most ancient provinces , Sicily and Sardinia ? Will you take Spain also ? Should we yield Spain , you will cross over into Africa . Will cross , did I say ? They have sent the two Consuls of this ...
... thing that you have deprived us of our most ancient provinces , Sicily and Sardinia ? Will you take Spain also ? Should we yield Spain , you will cross over into Africa . Will cross , did I say ? They have sent the two Consuls of this ...
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... things that are now , Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow , Who make in their dwelling a transient abode , Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road . Yea ! hope and despondency , pleasure and pain , We mingle ...
... things that are now , Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow , Who make in their dwelling a transient abode , Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road . Yea ! hope and despondency , pleasure and pain , We mingle ...
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... things that tower , that shine - whose smile Makes glad , whose frown is terrible ; whose forms , Robed or unrobed , do all the impress wear Of awe divine . Ye gods of liberty I'm with you once again ! I call to you With all my voice ...
... things that tower , that shine - whose smile Makes glad , whose frown is terrible ; whose forms , Robed or unrobed , do all the impress wear Of awe divine . Ye gods of liberty I'm with you once again ! I call to you With all my voice ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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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.