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 pages |
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... of the age , who have poured their hearts ' blood into the channels of the public prosperity . Tell me , GREAT MEN . 19 ye who tread the sods of 18 THE POPULAR STANDARD SPEAKER . True Greatness Immortal Edward Everett.
... of the age , who have poured their hearts ' blood into the channels of the public prosperity . Tell me , GREAT MEN . 19 ye who tread the sods of 18 THE POPULAR STANDARD SPEAKER . True Greatness Immortal Edward Everett.
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... blood of his gal- lant heart pouring out of his ghastly wound , but moving resplend- ent over the field of honor , with the rose of heaven upon his cheek , and the fire of liberty in his eye ? Tell me , ye who make your pious pilgrimage ...
... blood of his gal- lant heart pouring out of his ghastly wound , but moving resplend- ent over the field of honor , with the rose of heaven upon his cheek , and the fire of liberty in his eye ? Tell me , ye who make your pious pilgrimage ...
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... blood , I tunnel the mountain and compass the flood ; I startle the morning and shiver the noon ; And splinter the cold , pale rays of the moon ; From pine and from granite to orange and palm , From storm of sleet fury to zephyrs of ...
... blood , I tunnel the mountain and compass the flood ; I startle the morning and shiver the noon ; And splinter the cold , pale rays of the moon ; From pine and from granite to orange and palm , From storm of sleet fury to zephyrs of ...
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... blood : - 66 ' They were dashed to death at the end of the railroad , " said the person whom I addressed . " You know the railroad terminates at an abyss which is with- out bottom or measure . It is lined with pointed rocks . As each ...
... blood : - 66 ' They were dashed to death at the end of the railroad , " said the person whom I addressed . " You know the railroad terminates at an abyss which is with- out bottom or measure . It is lined with pointed rocks . As each ...
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... blood , ably supported by Mrs. Macbeth , who , like the devoted wife that she was , did all she could to promote her husband's prosperity . They killed Banquo , one of King Duncan's generals , but his ghost persisted in sitting at their ...
... blood , ably supported by Mrs. Macbeth , who , like the devoted wife that she was , did all she could to promote her husband's prosperity . They killed Banquo , one of King Duncan's generals , but his ghost persisted in sitting at their ...
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Page 26 - 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...
Page 27 - 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...
Page 16 - 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.
Page 26 - 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 25 - 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...
Page 199 - 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.
Page 87 - 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?
Page 16 - 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.
Page 53 - 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.
Page 198 - 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.