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页 |
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... leave behind- I'll take - my - precious - wife ! The angel took a sapphire pen And wrote in rainbow dew , " The man would be a boy again , And be a husband , too ! " And is there nothing yet unsaid Before the change appears ? Remember ...
... leave behind- I'll take - my - precious - wife ! The angel took a sapphire pen And wrote in rainbow dew , " The man would be a boy again , And be a husband , too ! " And is there nothing yet unsaid Before the change appears ? Remember ...
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... leave ? Do they know each thought and hope , While here in shade we grope ? Can they hear the future's high behest , Yet lack the power To lead us from our ills , or to arrest The hour ? When they find us bowed with sorrow Do they sigh ...
... leave ? Do they know each thought and hope , While here in shade we grope ? Can they hear the future's high behest , Yet lack the power To lead us from our ills , or to arrest The hour ? When they find us bowed with sorrow Do they sigh ...
第20页
... leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade- Be scattered around , and together be laid ; And the young and the old , and the low and the high Shall moulder to dust , and together shall lie : The infant a mother attended and loved , The ...
... leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade- Be scattered around , and together be laid ; And the young and the old , and the low and the high Shall moulder to dust , and together shall lie : The infant a mother attended and loved , The ...
第24页
... leave you sole , Supremest monarch of the mightiest realm From Ganges to the icebergs . Look without- No foe not humbled ! Look within - the Arts Quit , for our school , their old Hesperides , The golden Italy ! while throughout the ...
... leave you sole , Supremest monarch of the mightiest realm From Ganges to the icebergs . Look without- No foe not humbled ! Look within - the Arts Quit , for our school , their old Hesperides , The golden Italy ! while throughout the ...
第26页
... Leave thy low - vaulted past ! Let each new temple , nobler than the last , Shut thee from Heaven with a dome more vast , Till thou at length art free , Leaving thine outgrown shell by Life's unresting sea ! THE WOMAN OF THREE COWS ...
... Leave thy low - vaulted past ! Let each new temple , nobler than the last , Shut thee from Heaven with a dome more vast , Till thou at length art free , Leaving thine outgrown shell by Life's unresting sea ! THE WOMAN OF THREE COWS ...
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第53页 - 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...
第44页 - 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.
第54页 - 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...
第18页 - 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?
第52页 - 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.
第41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60页 - 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...
第53页 - 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.
第35页 - 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...
第51页 - 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.