The English Orator: a Selection of Pieces for Reading & Recitation1833 - 216 oldal |
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viii. oldal
... Sleep .......... Shakspeare , 105 Tell's Address to his Native Mountains , Knowles , 111 Wolsey and Cromwell , Shakspeare , 117 The American Indian and the Ocean , ........ B . B. Thatcher , 126 Cassius Instigating Brutus against Cæsar ...
... Sleep .......... Shakspeare , 105 Tell's Address to his Native Mountains , Knowles , 111 Wolsey and Cromwell , Shakspeare , 117 The American Indian and the Ocean , ........ B . B. Thatcher , 126 Cassius Instigating Brutus against Cæsar ...
2. oldal
... sleep , Tells of his hand in lines as clear . For who but He who arch'd the skies , And pours the day - spring's living flood , Wondrous alike in all he tries , Could rear the daisy's purple bud ? Mould its green cup , its wiry stem ...
... sleep , Tells of his hand in lines as clear . For who but He who arch'd the skies , And pours the day - spring's living flood , Wondrous alike in all he tries , Could rear the daisy's purple bud ? Mould its green cup , its wiry stem ...
4. oldal
... sleeping now . TAKING OF THE BASTILLE . THE spectacles of a lifetime were indeed to be beheld within the compass of this one scene . The most vivid emotions to which all ranks and all ages are subject , were here in full play ; all the ...
... sleeping now . TAKING OF THE BASTILLE . THE spectacles of a lifetime were indeed to be beheld within the compass of this one scene . The most vivid emotions to which all ranks and all ages are subject , were here in full play ; all the ...
60. oldal
... sleeps in death ! She was the mark and model of the time , The mould in which each female face was form'd , The very shrine and sacristy of virtue ! The worthiest of the worthy : Not the nymph Who met old Numa in his hallow'd walks ...
... sleeps in death ! She was the mark and model of the time , The mould in which each female face was form'd , The very shrine and sacristy of virtue ! The worthiest of the worthy : Not the nymph Who met old Numa in his hallow'd walks ...
73. oldal
... sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring , And we heard by the distant and random gun , That the foe was suddenly firing . Slowly and sadly we ...
... sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring , And we heard by the distant and random gun , That the foe was suddenly firing . Slowly and sadly we ...
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The English Orator: A Selection of Pieces for Reading & Recitation James Hedderwick Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Absalom Athens beauty behold beneath blood bosom breath bright brow Brutus burst Cæsar call'd Cassius cataract clouds Comal Crom Cromwell dark death deep delight DOGE OF VENICE dost dread earth ELGIN CATHEDRAL eternal eyes father fear feel gazed glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope human Iago idolatry king land Lochinvar look Lord lordship majesty Michael Cassio mighty mighty music Milton mind morning nature ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er ocean once peace poetry prayer puff Queen Mab Roch Rosaline round ruins Samian wine scene serpent seed Shylock silent slave sleep smile soul sound spirit sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine things thought thousand thunder thy serpent twas voice waves weep wild winds young youth
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162. oldal - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
12. oldal - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
132. oldal - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
163. oldal - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
133. oldal - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake — His coward...
182. oldal - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
77. oldal - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
149. oldal - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
68. oldal - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
148. oldal - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?