How to Speak in PublicFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1906 - 533 стор. |
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... 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 had little influence on Scrooge . No warmth could warm , nor wintry weather chill him . No ...
... 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 had little influence on Scrooge . No warmth could warm , nor wintry weather chill him . No ...
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... poor woman isn't allowed to DOUGLAS JERROLD . 3. " No , " said the wife ; " the barn is high , And if you slip , and fall , and die How will my living be secured ? Stephen , your life is not insured . " 1. " Jo , my poor fellow ! " ORAL ...
... poor woman isn't allowed to DOUGLAS JERROLD . 3. " No , " said the wife ; " the barn is high , And if you slip , and fall , and die How will my living be secured ? Stephen , your life is not insured . " 1. " Jo , my poor fellow ! " ORAL ...
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... poor player , That struts and frets his hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . " Macbeth . " SHAKESPEARE . 3. In thoughts from the visions of the ...
... poor player , That struts and frets his hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . " Macbeth . " SHAKESPEARE . 3. In thoughts from the visions of the ...
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... poor offering of my life , the victim shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice , come when that hour may . But while I do live , let me have a country , or at least the hope of a country , and that a free country . DANIEL ...
... poor offering of my life , the victim shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice , come when that hour may . But while I do live , let me have a country , or at least the hope of a country , and that a free country . DANIEL ...
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... poor old man , Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief , and Heav'n will bless your store . " The Beggar . " THOMAS MOss . 2. I tax not you , you elements ...
... poor old man , Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief , and Heav'n will bless your store . " The Beggar . " THOMAS MOss . 2. I tax not you , you elements ...
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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...