The English Orator: a Selection of Pieces for Reading & Recitation1833 - 216 oldal |
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5. oldal
... soon to be levelled with the ground . The towers of palaces might be seen afar , where princes were quaking at this final assurance of the downfal of their despotic sway , knowing that the assumed sanctity of royalty was being wafted ...
... soon to be levelled with the ground . The towers of palaces might be seen afar , where princes were quaking at this final assurance of the downfal of their despotic sway , knowing that the assumed sanctity of royalty was being wafted ...
14. oldal
... soon Would height recall high thoughts - how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore ! Ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void— For never can true reconcilement grow , Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep ...
... soon Would height recall high thoughts - how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore ! Ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void— For never can true reconcilement grow , Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep ...
38. oldal
... Soon close ; where , past the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing no scar the sky retains , The parted wave no furrow from the keel , So dies in human hearts the thought of death ! Even with the tender tear which nature sheds O ...
... Soon close ; where , past the shaft , no trace is found . As from the wing no scar the sky retains , The parted wave no furrow from the keel , So dies in human hearts the thought of death ! Even with the tender tear which nature sheds O ...
39. oldal
... soon after , a restlessness took place , and a diffi- culty of breathing ; and during these painful moments , all stood round the bed , contemplating the last , faint struggles of mortality . At length , after a pause of perfect ...
... soon after , a restlessness took place , and a diffi- culty of breathing ; and during these painful moments , all stood round the bed , contemplating the last , faint struggles of mortality . At length , after a pause of perfect ...
47. oldal
... soon satisfied , by find- ing that the son of the old clerk was the object which had roused the village , and that he was now hastening on to the embrace of his parents . It was not many days after this , that every particular ...
... soon satisfied , by find- ing that the son of the old clerk was the object which had roused the village , and that he was now hastening on to the embrace of his parents . It was not many days after this , that every particular ...
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The English Orator: A Selection of Pieces for Reading & Recitation James Hedderwick Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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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?