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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... once willing to confess , having , like all teachers of the " art " of Public Speaking , certain rules or conceptions of my own which I was fain to press as requisites to success . But , day by day , I was constrained to make such ...
... once willing to confess , having , like all teachers of the " art " of Public Speaking , certain rules or conceptions of my own which I was fain to press as requisites to success . But , day by day , I was constrained to make such ...
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... once pitiful and dependent ; then the repose of con- fident and assured result . IMMORTALITY OF TRUE GREATNESS . ( 2 ) —Edward Everett . To be cold and breathless , -to feel not and speak not , -this is not the end of existence to the ...
... once pitiful and dependent ; then the repose of con- fident and assured result . IMMORTALITY OF TRUE GREATNESS . ( 2 ) —Edward Everett . To be cold and breathless , -to feel not and speak not , -this is not the end of existence to the ...
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... once can never die . " The death of Rufus Choate elicited from the Rev. Nehemiah Adams , of Boston , an oration of singular beauty and power , recalling the elo- quence which made the first years of our young Republic so notable . These ...
... once can never die . " The death of Rufus Choate elicited from the Rev. Nehemiah Adams , of Boston , an oration of singular beauty and power , recalling the elo- quence which made the first years of our young Republic so notable . These ...
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... once breathed these melodies - of what they now are , and what we soon shall be . My heart loves those melodies ; may they be mine to hear till life shall end , and as I " launch my boat " upon the sea of eternity , may their echoes be ...
... once breathed these melodies - of what they now are , and what we soon shall be . My heart loves those melodies ; may they be mine to hear till life shall end , and as I " launch my boat " upon the sea of eternity , may their echoes be ...
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... once trod the halls and made the chambers ring with glee . And O ! above all , give me the old friends - hearts bound to mine in life's sunshiny hours , and a link so strong that all the storms of earth might not break it asunder ...
... once trod the halls and made the chambers ring with glee . And O ! above all , give me the old friends - hearts bound to mine in life's sunshiny hours , and a link so strong that all the storms of earth might not break it asunder ...
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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.