The Academical Speaker: A Selection of Extracts in Prose and Verse, from Ancient and Modern Authors : Adapted for Exercises in Elocution
Richardson, Lord, and Holbrook, 1831 - 344 стор.
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The Academical Speaker: A Selection of Extracts in Prose and Verse, From ...
Benjamin Dudley Emerson
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America arms believe blood brave breath cause character comes common danger dark dead death deep earth effect enemy England EXTRACT fall fathers fear feel field fire follow freedom friends give glory ground hand head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour House human interest Italy king land laws leave liberty light live look lord means mind mountains nature never night noble o'er object once passed peace persons present principles proud Puff reason rise Rome ruin seen sense Sneer soul sound speak SPEECH spirit stand strength subjects suffer sword tell thee things thou thought thousand throne tion turn virtue voice waves whole wind
Сторінка 278 - 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 ! Felicia Hemans.
Сторінка 321 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak— -unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction.
Сторінка 322 - 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 — but there is no peace.
Сторінка 187 - ... paid a license of a hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death. His whole property is then immediately taxed from two to ten per cent. Besides the probate, large fees are demanded for burying him in the chancel. His virtues are handed down to posterity on taxed marble; and he is then gathered to his fathers, — to be taxed no more.
Сторінка 92 - How beautiful this night ! The balmiest sigh Which vernal Zephyrs breathe in Evening's ear Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which Love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Сторінка 148 - Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I give my hand and my heart to this vote. It is true, indeed, that in the beginning we aimed not at independence. But there's a divinity which shapes our ends. The injustice of England has driven us to arms; and, blinded to her own interest for our good, she has obstinately persisted, till independence is now within our grasp.
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. The merry homes of England ! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page...
Сторінка 186 - ... restores him to health, — on the ermine which decorates the judge, and the rope which hangs the criminal, — on the poor man's salt, and the rich man's spice, — on the brass nails of the coffin, and the ribbons of the bride, — at bed or board, couchant or levant, — we must pay.
Сторінка 302 - Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career : Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell ! The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there ! Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air ; On Prague's proud arch...