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Year after year it steals , till all are fled ; And to the mercies of a moment , leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears
The palm , “ That all men are about to live ”For ever on the brink of being born .
Year after year it steals , till all are fled ; And to the mercies of a moment , leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears
The palm , “ That all men are about to live ”For ever on the brink of being born .
Сторінка 61
... and observing the wide and general devastation , and all the horrors of the
scene of plains unclothed and brown — of vegetables búrned up and
extinguished - of villages depopulated , and in ruins -- of temples unroofed and
perishing — of ...
... and observing the wide and general devastation , and all the horrors of the
scene of plains unclothed and brown — of vegetables búrned up and
extinguished - of villages depopulated , and in ruins -- of temples unroofed and
perishing — of ...
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... sprinkled o'er , Fixing his downcast eye , he many an hour A morbid pleasure
nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And lifting up his
head , he then would gaze , On the more distant scene , -how lovely ' tis Thou
seest ...
... sprinkled o'er , Fixing his downcast eye , he many an hour A morbid pleasure
nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And lifting up his
head , he then would gaze , On the more distant scene , -how lovely ' tis Thou
seest ...
Сторінка 122
... which is its essence and vivifying soul ; and which , in the midst of
Shakspeare's most busy and atrocious scenes , falls ... the vulgar course of this
world's affairs , without deserting for an instant the proper business of the scene ,
or appearing ...
... which is its essence and vivifying soul ; and which , in the midst of
Shakspeare's most busy and atrocious scenes , falls ... the vulgar course of this
world's affairs , without deserting for an instant the proper business of the scene ,
or appearing ...
Сторінка 147
More are consumed by the rust of inactivity than by the edge of the sword ;
confined to a scanty or unwholesome diet , exposed in sickly climates , harassed
with tiresome marches and perpetual alarms ; their life is a continual scene of ...
More are consumed by the rust of inactivity than by the edge of the sword ;
confined to a scanty or unwholesome diet , exposed in sickly climates , harassed
with tiresome marches and perpetual alarms ; their life is a continual scene of ...
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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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