Elocution; Voice, Expression, Gesture for Use in Colleges and Schools and by Private StudentsRepublican Press Association, 1891 - 188 pages |
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... angels , and hast crowned him with glory and honor . Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of Thy hands : Thou hast put all things under his feet . O Lord , our Lord , how excellent is Thy name in all the earth . — Bible ...
... angels , and hast crowned him with glory and honor . Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of Thy hands : Thou hast put all things under his feet . O Lord , our Lord , how excellent is Thy name in all the earth . — Bible ...
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... And saw within the moonlight of his room , Making it rich and like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold . Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold ; And to the presence in the room he said , CONVERSATION . 23.
... And saw within the moonlight of his room , Making it rich and like a lily in bloom , An angel writing in a book of gold . Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold ; And to the presence in the room he said , CONVERSATION . 23.
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... angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I pray thee , then , Write me as one that loves his fellow - men . ' The angel wrote , and vanished . The next night It came again , with a great wakening light , And showed ...
... angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerly still ; and said , ' I pray thee , then , Write me as one that loves his fellow - men . ' The angel wrote , and vanished . The next night It came again , with a great wakening light , And showed ...
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... angel sings : Such harmony is in immortal souls ! " Oh , green was the corn as I rode on my way , And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May , And dark was the sycamore's shade to behold , And the oak's tender leaf was of emerald ...
... angel sings : Such harmony is in immortal souls ! " Oh , green was the corn as I rode on my way , And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May , And dark was the sycamore's shade to behold , And the oak's tender leaf was of emerald ...
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... angel in the was the answer , and I must get it out ! ' " He had it removed to his studio , and with patient toil mallet and chisel , he let the angel out . What to others wa rude , unsightly mass of stone , to his educated eye was the ...
... angel in the was the answer , and I must get it out ! ' " He had it removed to his studio , and with patient toil mallet and chisel , he let the angel out . What to others wa rude , unsightly mass of stone , to his educated eye was the ...
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Page 46 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Page 27 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 26 - The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them...
Page 146 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 47 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian, But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Page 148 - 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...
Page 11 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Page 38 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 50 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Page 69 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely.