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My bark ! the winds are fair unfurld To waft thee on thy watery road , Oh haste ,
that I may give the world Another portion of her God ; That I may lead those tribes
aright , So long on error's ocean driven , And , point to their bewilder'd sight , A ...
My bark ! the winds are fair unfurld To waft thee on thy watery road , Oh haste ,
that I may give the world Another portion of her God ; That I may lead those tribes
aright , So long on error's ocean driven , And , point to their bewilder'd sight , A ...
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He had one child— A little laughing thing , whose large dark eyes , He said ,
were like the mother's she had left Buried in stranger lands : and time went on In
comfort and content - and that fair girl Had grown far taller than the red rose - tree
...
He had one child— A little laughing thing , whose large dark eyes , He said ,
were like the mother's she had left Buried in stranger lands : and time went on In
comfort and content - and that fair girl Had grown far taller than the red rose - tree
...
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On the first glimmer of the morning's light Fair Rosaline arose : —with the dark
night The storm had pass'd away , and left behind No trace , save that the
streamlets , unconfined , O'erflow'd their banks : -she bade her friend adieu , Who
soon ...
On the first glimmer of the morning's light Fair Rosaline arose : —with the dark
night The storm had pass'd away , and left behind No trace , save that the
streamlets , unconfined , O'erflow'd their banks : -she bade her friend adieu , Who
soon ...
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Gracious Heaven ! grant me but health , thou great bestower of it ! and give me
but this fair goddess as my companion ! and shower down thy mitres , if it seem
good unto thy divine providence , upon those heads which are aching for them !
Gracious Heaven ! grant me but health , thou great bestower of it ! and give me
but this fair goddess as my companion ! and shower down thy mitres , if it seem
good unto thy divine providence , upon those heads which are aching for them !
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... doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair , so calm , so softly sealid , The first , last look
by death reveal'd ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; ' Tis Greece , but living
Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for soul is wanting
there .
... doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair , so calm , so softly sealid , The first , last look
by death reveal'd ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; ' Tis Greece , but living
Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for soul is wanting
there .
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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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