The High School Speaker: A Collection of Declamations, Poetic Pieces and Dialogues, for the Use of Boys in Intermediate Schools and AcademiesGeo. E. Stevens & Company, 1873 |
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... heaven . " [ Phillips IRELAND . IRELAND , with her imperial crown , now stands befor you . You have taken her Parliament from her , an she appears in her own person , at your bar . Will yo dismiss a kingdom without a hearing ? Is this ...
... heaven . " [ Phillips IRELAND . IRELAND , with her imperial crown , now stands befor you . You have taken her Parliament from her , an she appears in her own person , at your bar . Will yo dismiss a kingdom without a hearing ? Is this ...
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... slavery ? Forbid it , Heaven ! -I know not what course others may take , but as for me , -give me liberty , or give me death . [ Patrick Henry . che delusive have bound per use of • placed in 16 THE HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKER .
... slavery ? Forbid it , Heaven ! -I know not what course others may take , but as for me , -give me liberty , or give me death . [ Patrick Henry . che delusive have bound per use of • placed in 16 THE HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKER .
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... Heaven the groans of those who fell a sacrifice to your accursed ambition ? But , if the laboring earth does not expand her jaws ; if the eir von breathe is not commissioned to be the minister 20 THE HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKER . of death ; yet.
... Heaven the groans of those who fell a sacrifice to your accursed ambition ? But , if the laboring earth does not expand her jaws ; if the eir von breathe is not commissioned to be the minister 20 THE HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKER . of death ; yet.
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... Heaven soul ; traces s which your however you n eyes , must ith the blood at the tre- [ John Hancock . ARMY . hold all full try ; a most al and val- r country's The hope , an of those nners dis- bring the minds and demanded to them ; f ...
... Heaven soul ; traces s which your however you n eyes , must ith the blood at the tre- [ John Hancock . ARMY . hold all full try ; a most al and val- r country's The hope , an of those nners dis- bring the minds and demanded to them ; f ...
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... Heaven . I treat with scorn the puny and pitiful assertions that grievances are not to be complained of , that our redress is not to be agi- tated ; for , in such cases , remonstrances can not be too strong , agitation can not be too ...
... Heaven . I treat with scorn the puny and pitiful assertions that grievances are not to be complained of , that our redress is not to be agi- tated ; for , in such cases , remonstrances can not be too strong , agitation can not be too ...
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Сторінка 200 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Сторінка 14 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Сторінка 103 - 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 : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Сторінка 133 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Сторінка 17 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Сторінка 91 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Сторінка 15 - We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated, we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded, and we have been spurned with contempt from the foot of the throne.
Сторінка 16 - 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 inevitableand 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 163 - Persian's grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day, And when...
Сторінка 277 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.