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 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 30
... proudly up . Instinctively I bent my bow ; yet kept he rounding still His airy circle , as in the delight Of measuring the ample range beneath And round about ; absorbed , he heeded not The 80 WEBSTER'S PROGRESSIVE SPEAKER .
... proudly up . Instinctively I bent my bow ; yet kept he rounding still His airy circle , as in the delight Of measuring the ample range beneath And round about ; absorbed , he heeded not The 80 WEBSTER'S PROGRESSIVE SPEAKER .
Σελίδα 31
... round about ; absorbed , he heeded not The death that threatened him . I could not shoot ! ' Twas Liberty ! I turned my bow aside And let him soar away ! HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON DEATH . SHAKESPEARE , To be , or not to be — that is the ...
... round about ; absorbed , he heeded not The death that threatened him . I could not shoot ! ' Twas Liberty ! I turned my bow aside And let him soar away ! HAMLET'S SOLILOQUY ON DEATH . SHAKESPEARE , To be , or not to be — that is the ...
Σελίδα 47
... round the shriven , And he climbed the lofty ladder as it were the path to heaven . Then came a flash from out the cloud , and a stunning thunder roll ; And no man dared to look aloft - fcar was on every soul , There was another heavy ...
... round the shriven , And he climbed the lofty ladder as it were the path to heaven . Then came a flash from out the cloud , and a stunning thunder roll ; And no man dared to look aloft - fcar was on every soul , There was another heavy ...
Σελίδα 57
... round the neck once more , and give me one more kiss And now mine own dear little girl there is no way but this ! " With that he lifted high the steel and smote her in the side , And in her blood she sank to earth , and with one sob she ...
... round the neck once more , and give me one more kiss And now mine own dear little girl there is no way but this ! " With that he lifted high the steel and smote her in the side , And in her blood she sank to earth , and with one sob she ...
Σελίδα 60
... round , As I sate with his head ' twixt my knees , on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than ...
... round , As I sate with his head ' twixt my knees , on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine Which ( the burgesses voted by common consent ) Was no more than ...
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Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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?
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.