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Shakspeare , 105 Tell's Address to his Native Mountains , ............... Knowles , 111
Wolsey and Cromwell , Shakspeare , 117 The American Indian and the Ocean , ..
...... B . B. Thatcher , 126 Cassius Instigating Brutus against Cæsar , .
Shakspeare , 105 Tell's Address to his Native Mountains , ............... Knowles , 111
Wolsey and Cromwell , Shakspeare , 117 The American Indian and the Ocean , ..
...... B . B. Thatcher , 126 Cassius Instigating Brutus against Cæsar , .
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The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores , Cæsar says to me , Darest thou ,
Cassius , now Leap in with me into this angry flood , And swim to yonder point ?
—Upon the word , Accoutred as I was , I plunged in , And bade him follow : so
indeed ...
The troubled Tiber chafing with his shores , Cæsar says to me , Darest thou ,
Cassius , now Leap in with me into this angry flood , And swim to yonder point ?
—Upon the word , Accoutred as I was , I plunged in , And bade him follow : so
indeed ...
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BRUTUS AND CASSIUS . Cas . That you have wrong'd me , doth appear in this :
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the
Sardians ; Wherein my letter ( praying on his side , Because I knew the man ) was
...
BRUTUS AND CASSIUS . Cas . That you have wrong'd me , doth appear in this :
You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella For taking bribes here of the
Sardians ; Wherein my letter ( praying on his side , Because I knew the man ) was
...
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There is no terror , Cassius , in your threats ; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty ,
That they pass by me as the idle wind ' Which I respect not . I did send to you For
certain sums of gold , which you denied For I can raise no money by vile means ...
There is no terror , Cassius , in your threats ; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty ,
That they pass by me as the idle wind ' Which I respect not . I did send to you For
certain sums of gold , which you denied For I can raise no money by vile means ...
Сторінка 165
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius : For Cassius is a - weary of the world
Hated by one he loves ; braved by his brother ; Check'd like a bondman ; all his
faults observed ; Set in a notebook , learn'd and conn'd by rote , To cast into my
teeth ...
Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius : For Cassius is a - weary of the world
Hated by one he loves ; braved by his brother ; Check'd like a bondman ; all his
faults observed ; Set in a notebook , learn'd and conn'd by rote , To cast into my
teeth ...
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Сторінка 162 - 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 ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Сторінка 12 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Сторінка 132 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Сторінка 163 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Сторінка 133 - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake — His coward...
Сторінка 182 - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Сторінка 77 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Сторінка 149 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
Сторінка 68 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Сторінка 148 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat 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 the sun set where were they?
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| Назва | The English Orator: a Selection of Pieces for Reading & Recitation |
| Автор | James Hedderwick |
| Опубліковано | 1833 |
| Оригінал із | Гарвардський університет |
| Оцифровано | 10 вер. 2007 |
| Обсяг | 216 стор. |
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