The Student's Own Speaker: A Popular and Standard Manual of Declamation and Oratory, for School, Home, and Private UseG.P. Putnam & sons, 1872 - 215页 |
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第27页
... reflected back our forms , and those of our merry play - fellows , from whom we have been parted , and meet no more in the old nooks we loved so well . Give me the old house , upon whose stairs we Give me Old Things Anon.
... reflected back our forms , and those of our merry play - fellows , from whom we have been parted , and meet no more in the old nooks we loved so well . Give me the old house , upon whose stairs we Give me Old Things Anon.
第37页
... play . Before thy face the nebulous mists hasten to deliquesce , And quickly from thy countenance al ! adumbrations press . Fructiferous trees , baciferous shrubs , own thy vivific ray . Cornuted rams and flocculent sheep , disporting ...
... play . Before thy face the nebulous mists hasten to deliquesce , And quickly from thy countenance al ! adumbrations press . Fructiferous trees , baciferous shrubs , own thy vivific ray . Cornuted rams and flocculent sheep , disporting ...
第40页
... playing , photographed , published political pamphlets . Prince Popschikoff particularly patronized Professor Poggen ... plays . Potsdam's pitiless prison pent poor Pauline . Political partisanship prevailing ; Pompom prorogued ...
... playing , photographed , published political pamphlets . Prince Popschikoff particularly patronized Professor Poggen ... plays . Potsdam's pitiless prison pent poor Pauline . Political partisanship prevailing ; Pompom prorogued ...
第41页
... plays Prismatic ; plants purvey perfumes : Prim peacocks proffer pealing praise ! Poll - parrots prattle , prinkling plumes ; Pink pouter pigeons plaintive peans pipe , Pure Poesie's primæval prototype ! ' Pon Pernambuco's palmy plain ...
... plays Prismatic ; plants purvey perfumes : Prim peacocks proffer pealing praise ! Poll - parrots prattle , prinkling plumes ; Pink pouter pigeons plaintive peans pipe , Pure Poesie's primæval prototype ! ' Pon Pernambuco's palmy plain ...
第53页
... plays on its " Harp of a Thousand Strings " to suit nobody but the player . The odds and ends of the world may have gathered in the Golden Land , but time has sifted people there as it sifts them everywhere - the best only coming to the ...
... plays on its " Harp of a Thousand Strings " to suit nobody but the player . The odds and ends of the world may have gathered in the Golden Land , but time has sifted people there as it sifts them everywhere - the best only coming to the ...
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Æsop American Annabel Lee Base-ball beauty bells Blarney Stone blessed blood brave CALL AND RESPONSE CATARACT OF LODORE Caudle cause cloth country mouse dark dear dimes earth expression eyes fame father fear feel fellah fire forever frogs gate gentlemen give glorious glory grave hand happy head hear heart heathen Chinee heaven honor hornet human humor Jupiter kiss thee labor land laugh liberty light lion lips live look Macbeth mean mind mountains nature never night Njord o'er once Othello passion patriotism Paul Reeves Pendulum Phrenology political poor Press proud recitation Skadi smile soul speak speaker spect spirit sweet talk TATTLERS tell things thou thought tion tone true truth Union bands Vicksburg campaign Victor Hugo voice Washington woman women words
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第26页 - 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...
第27页 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls...
第16页 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
第26页 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
第25页 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
第199页 - The boy ! — oh, where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea, — With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young faithful heart ! THOMAS CAMPBELL.
第87页 - Mr President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
第16页 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
第53页 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
第198页 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.