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 Entertainments |
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第75页
No sentry ' s challenge cleaves the air , No clinking sabres wake the gloom ; No
camp - fire ' s dull and lurid glare Presages fearful doom . But when the heavy
night is o ' er , And eastern skies are golden red , The spectres fade , and lo !
once ...
No sentry ' s challenge cleaves the air , No clinking sabres wake the gloom ; No
camp - fire ' s dull and lurid glare Presages fearful doom . But when the heavy
night is o ' er , And eastern skies are golden red , The spectres fade , and lo !
once ...
第77页
For a cloud had wandered o ' er us , And the blue of heaven had gone , And the
dark wings of the tempest Beat the sullen air alone . Still the child , its arms
extended , Gazed upon the vacant floor , Waiting , watching for the sunshine
Which ...
For a cloud had wandered o ' er us , And the blue of heaven had gone , And the
dark wings of the tempest Beat the sullen air alone . Still the child , its arms
extended , Gazed upon the vacant floor , Waiting , watching for the sunshine
Which ...
第80页
He withdrew a stone , o ' er which there ran Fairy pencillings , a quaint design ,
Veining , leafage , fibres clear and fine , And the fern ' s life lay lid in every linet
So , I think , God hides some souls away , Sweetly to surprise us in the last day ...
He withdrew a stone , o ' er which there ran Fairy pencillings , a quaint design ,
Veining , leafage , fibres clear and fine , And the fern ' s life lay lid in every linet
So , I think , God hides some souls away , Sweetly to surprise us in the last day ...
第81页
O ' er the damp floor of his dungeon there glistened Faintly the rays of a swift -
nearing light ; Then the sweet jingle of keys that soon opened The door and
revealed a strange scene to his sight . In the red glare of the sickening torches ,
Held by ...
O ' er the damp floor of his dungeon there glistened Faintly the rays of a swift -
nearing light ; Then the sweet jingle of keys that soon opened The door and
revealed a strange scene to his sight . In the red glare of the sickening torches ,
Held by ...
第84页
Aye , on deck , by the foremast í But watch and lookout are done ; The Union Jack
laid o ' er him , How quiet he lies in the sun ! Slow the ponderous engino ; Stay
the hurrying shaft ; Let the roll of the ocean Cradle our giant craft ; Gather around
...
Aye , on deck , by the foremast í But watch and lookout are done ; The Union Jack
laid o ' er him , How quiet he lies in the sun ! Slow the ponderous engino ; Stay
the hurrying shaft ; Let the roll of the ocean Cradle our giant craft ; Gather around
...
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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.
书目信息
| 名称 | 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 Entertainments |
| 出版商 | Robert M. De Witt, 1876 |
| 出处： | 普林斯顿大学 |
| 数字化处理时间 | 2008年2月25日 |
| 页数 | 192页 |
| 导出参考文献 | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |