The Academical Speaker: A Selection of Extracts in Prose and Verse, from Ancient and Modern Authors, Adapted for Exercises in ElocutionBenjamin Dudley Emerson Richardson, Lord, and Holbrook, 1831 - 338 стор. |
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... Rome , Nor love of liberty , nor thirst of honour , Drew you thus far ; but hopes to share the spoil Of conquer'd towns , and plunder'd provinces ? Fir'd with such motives , you do well to join With Cato's foes , and follow Cæsar's ...
... Rome , Nor love of liberty , nor thirst of honour , Drew you thus far ; but hopes to share the spoil Of conquer'd towns , and plunder'd provinces ? Fir'd with such motives , you do well to join With Cato's foes , and follow Cæsar's ...
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... Rome to him is no longer Rome . Let him therefore be cut off at once from a city , where he has long lived an alien : the love of his country banished from his heart , and the people odious to his sight . CLAIMS OF GREECE UPON AMERICA ...
... Rome to him is no longer Rome . Let him therefore be cut off at once from a city , where he has long lived an alien : the love of his country banished from his heart , and the people odious to his sight . CLAIMS OF GREECE UPON AMERICA ...
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... Rome came , and unconscious- ly avenged the insulted name of freedom ; the master and the slave were bowed together ; the dungeon was made the common dwelling of all . SURVIVING WORTHIES OF THE REVOLUTION Extract from an Oration ...
... Rome came , and unconscious- ly avenged the insulted name of freedom ; the master and the slave were bowed together ; the dungeon was made the common dwelling of all . SURVIVING WORTHIES OF THE REVOLUTION Extract from an Oration ...
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... Rome's bravest gathered round ; Each seeming , yet with startled ear , The Oracle's dread voice to hear . Young CURTIUS on his war - horse sprung ' Mid plaudits deep - not loud , For admiration checked each tongue In all the circling ...
... Rome's bravest gathered round ; Each seeming , yet with startled ear , The Oracle's dread voice to hear . Young CURTIUS on his war - horse sprung ' Mid plaudits deep - not loud , For admiration checked each tongue In all the circling ...
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... Rome ! what's banished , but set free From daily contact of the things I loathe ? ' Tried and convicted traitor ! ' - Who says this ? Who'll prove it , at his peril , on my head ? Banished ? I thank you for ' t . It breaks my chain ! I ...
... Rome ! what's banished , but set free From daily contact of the things I loathe ? ' Tried and convicted traitor ! ' - Who says this ? Who'll prove it , at his peril , on my head ? Banished ? I thank you for ' t . It breaks my chain ! I ...
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Сторінка 322 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Сторінка 278 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear: — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Сторінка 150 - Sir, before God, I believe the hour is come. My judgment approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope, in this life, I am now ready here to stake upon it; and I leave off as I began, that live or die, survive or perish, I am for the Declaration. It is my living sentiment, and by the blessing of God it shall be my dying sentiment, Independence now, and Independence forever.
Сторінка 278 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found,— Freedom to worship God.
Сторінка 213 - Whilst we follow them among the tumbling mountains of ice, and behold them penetrating into the deepest frozen recesses of Hudson's Bay and Davis's Straits ; whilst we are looking for them beneath the arctic circle, we hear that they have pierced into the opposite region of polar cold, that they are at the antipodes, and engaged under the frozen serpent of the south. Falkland Island, which seemed too remote and romantic an object for the grasp of national ambition, is but a stage and resting place...
Сторінка 85 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Сторінка 218 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom...
Сторінка 242 - Cataracts of declamation thunder here, There forests of no meaning spread the page In which all comprehension wanders lost ; While fields of pleasantry amuse us there, With merry descants on a nation's woes. The rest appears a wilderness of strange But gay confusion, roses for the cheeks And lilies for the brows of faded age, Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald...
Сторінка 79 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Сторінка 84 - And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit.