Steps to Oratory: A School SpeakerAmerican book Company, 1900 - 464 psl. |
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... hill ; But oh , for the touch of the vanished hand , And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me ...
... hill ; But oh , for the touch of the vanished hand , And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me ...
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... , didst inspire That shepherd , who first taught the chosen seed , In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos : or , if Sion hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flowed Fast 56 SCHOOL SPEAKER.
... , didst inspire That shepherd , who first taught the chosen seed , In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos : or , if Sion hill Delight thee more , and Siloa's brook that flowed Fast 56 SCHOOL SPEAKER.
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... hills with thunder riven , Then rushed the steed to battle driven , And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery . But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stainéd snow , And bloodier yet the ...
... hills with thunder riven , Then rushed the steed to battle driven , And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery . But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stainéd snow , And bloodier yet the ...
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... hill ! " Battery , wheel ! " ( mid the roar ) " Pass pieces ; fix prolonge to fire Retiring . Trot ! " In the panic dire , A bugle rings " Trot " —and no more . The horse plunged , The cannon lurched and lunged , To join the hopeless ...
... hill ! " Battery , wheel ! " ( mid the roar ) " Pass pieces ; fix prolonge to fire Retiring . Trot ! " In the panic dire , A bugle rings " Trot " —and no more . The horse plunged , The cannon lurched and lunged , To join the hopeless ...
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... Hill all killed last week for fifty dollars . Now , don't fidget so ; it will be bad for the baby . Poor little dear ! How singular it is , to be sure , that you can't tell whether a child is blind , or deaf and dumb , or a cripple , at ...
... Hill all killed last week for fifty dollars . Now , don't fidget so ; it will be bad for the baby . Poor little dear ! How singular it is , to be sure , that you can't tell whether a child is blind , or deaf and dumb , or a cripple , at ...
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1st Clown 2d Clown arms audience battle beautiful blood bonnie Dundee brave breath Bregenz Brutus Cæsar Captain captain's gig Catiline clouds cried dark dead dear death earth emotions expression eyes face father feeling Fezziwig foot forever friends gesture glory gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hills honor inflection Julius Cæsar King Lady land laugh liberty light lips live look Lord loud Malaprop nation never night noble o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES pass pause Rabiah Ring rise round ship shore shout side slaves smile soldier soul sound SPEA speak spirit stand stood sweet sword Tahawus tell thee things thou thought thunder TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE turned Twas unto voice W. S. GILBERT wave wild Winkle words
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185 psl. - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
245 psl. - Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry
360 psl. - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
396 psl. - I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel ; ' As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
245 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
176 psl. - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
88 psl. - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
409 psl. - O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear Father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
407 psl. - South this terrible war, as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to him ? Fondly do we hope — fervently do we pray — that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled...
334 psl. - There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free, if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight ; I repeat it, sir, we must fight. An appeal to arms, and to the God of Hosts, is all that is left us.