How to Speak in PublicFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1906 - 533 стор. |
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... heaven : As some tall cliff , that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm ; Tho round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . " The Village Preacher . " OLIVER ...
... heaven : As some tall cliff , that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm ; Tho round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . " The Village Preacher . " OLIVER ...
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... Heaven , not for a favored few , but for the universe of life ; and there is no creature so poor or so low that he may not look up with childlike confidence and say , " My Father . Thou art mine . " BEECHER . 17. External heat and cold ...
... Heaven , not for a favored few , but for the universe of life ; and there is no creature so poor or so low that he may not look up with childlike confidence and say , " My Father . Thou art mine . " BEECHER . 17. External heat and cold ...
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... heaven . Again the pealing organ heaves its thrilling thunders , compressing air into music , and rolling it forth upon the soul . What long - drawn cadences ! What solemn sweep- ing concords ! It grows more and more dense and powerful ...
... heaven . Again the pealing organ heaves its thrilling thunders , compressing air into music , and rolling it forth upon the soul . What long - drawn cadences ! What solemn sweep- ing concords ! It grows more and more dense and powerful ...
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... Heaven ! I call thy name ! Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll ; My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul ! Or life , or death , whatever be the goal That crowns or closes round ...
... Heaven ! I call thy name ! Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll ; My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul ! Or life , or death , whatever be the goal That crowns or closes round ...
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... heaven or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked or charitable , Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee ! I'll call thee Hamlet , King , father ; royal Dane , Oh , answer me ! " Hamlet . " SHAKESPEARE . 3 ...
... heaven or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked or charitable , Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee ! I'll call thee Hamlet , King , father ; royal Dane , Oh , answer me ! " Hamlet . " SHAKESPEARE . 3 ...
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Сторінка 91 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Сторінка 61 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Сторінка 162 - Grow old along with me ! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God : see all, nor be afraid!
Сторінка 440 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Сторінка 131 - TAKE HEED THAT YE DO NOT your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven. Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
Сторінка 440 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Сторінка 57 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Сторінка 172 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Сторінка 158 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Сторінка 230 - German despot ; your attempts will be for ever vain and impotent — doubly so, indeed, from this mercenary aid on which you rely; for it irritates, to an incurable resentment, the minds of your adversaries, to overrun them with the mercenary sons of rapine and plunder, devoting them and their possessions to the rapacity of hireling cruelty. If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms : Never, never, never...