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Ask yonder Senate - house , whose stones are purple With human blood , and it
will cry , Revenge ! Go to the tomb where lies his murder'd wife , And the poor
queen , who loved him as her son , Their unappeased ghosts will shriek ,
Revenge !
Ask yonder Senate - house , whose stones are purple With human blood , and it
will cry , Revenge ! Go to the tomb where lies his murder'd wife , And the poor
queen , who loved him as her son , Their unappeased ghosts will shriek ,
Revenge !
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... wounds to accelerate their dissolution , and while their blood was issuing ,
presented their ghastly eyes to heaven , breathing their last and fervent prayer ,
that the dry earth might not be suffered to drink their blood , but that it might rise
up to ...
... wounds to accelerate their dissolution , and while their blood was issuing ,
presented their ghastly eyes to heaven , breathing their last and fervent prayer ,
that the dry earth might not be suffered to drink their blood , but that it might rise
up to ...
Сторінка 68
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds , And dip their napkins in his
sacred blood ;Yea , beg a hair of him , for memory ; And , dying , mention it.within
their wills , Bequeathing it , as a rich legacy , Unto their issue . But patience ...
And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds , And dip their napkins in his
sacred blood ;Yea , beg a hair of him , for memory ; And , dying , mention it.within
their wills , Bequeathing it , as a rich legacy , Unto their issue . But patience ...
Сторінка 69
Then burst his mighty heart ; And in his mantle muffling up his face ,Even at the
base of Pompey's statue , Which all the while ran blood , great Cæsar fell ! Oh !
what a fall was there , my countrymen !Then I , and you , and all of us , fell down ...
Then burst his mighty heart ; And in his mantle muffling up his face ,Even at the
base of Pompey's statue , Which all the while ran blood , great Cæsar fell ! Oh !
what a fall was there , my countrymen !Then I , and you , and all of us , fell down ...
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In thirty years , the western breeze had not once fanned his blood - he had seen
no sun , no moon , in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or kinsman
breathed through his lattice . His children — but here my heart began to bleed —
and I ...
In thirty years , the western breeze had not once fanned his blood - he had seen
no sun , no moon , in all that time — nor had the voice of friend or kinsman
breathed through his lattice . His children — but here my heart began to bleed —
and I ...
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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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