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Farewell remorse ! all good to me is lost ; Evil , be thou my good ! by thee , at
least , Divided empire with heaven's King I hold— By thee , and more than half
perhaps will reign , As man ere long , and this new world shall know ! ENGLISH ...
Farewell remorse ! all good to me is lost ; Evil , be thou my good ! by thee , at
least , Divided empire with heaven's King I hold— By thee , and more than half
perhaps will reign , As man ere long , and this new world shall know ! ENGLISH ...
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The mourner loves thee ; for thy quiet light Sheds beauty o'er grey tower and
waving tree , Yet beauty which becomes the solemn night ; While day , in
mockery , throws o'er all we see , Gay smiles , which win no smile from misery .
The mourner loves thee ; for thy quiet light Sheds beauty o'er grey tower and
waving tree , Yet beauty which becomes the solemn night ; While day , in
mockery , throws o'er all we see , Gay smiles , which win no smile from misery .
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Nor column trophied for triumphal show ? None ; but the moral's truth tells simpler
so . As the ground was before , thus let it be . How that red rain hath made the
harvest grow ! And is this all the world has gain'd by thee 76 The Field of
Waterloo ...
Nor column trophied for triumphal show ? None ; but the moral's truth tells simpler
so . As the ground was before , thus let it be . How that red rain hath made the
harvest grow ! And is this all the world has gain'd by thee 76 The Field of
Waterloo ...
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With thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust , the swain is happier than his
monarch ; from whose court thou art exiled . Gracious Heaven ! grant me but
health , thou great bestower of it ! and give me but this fair goddess as my
companion ...
With thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust , the swain is happier than his
monarch ; from whose court thou art exiled . Gracious Heaven ! grant me but
health , thou great bestower of it ! and give me but this fair goddess as my
companion ...
Сторінка 89
... Than nurture thee to be a slave ! Yes , I would rather dig thy grave , And lay
thee there without a tear , Than suckle thee , that tyrant knave Should dare
enslave thee here . N But I will tell thee of thy sireI'll tell thee 89 The Polish
Mother,
... Than nurture thee to be a slave ! Yes , I would rather dig thy grave , And lay
thee there without a tear , Than suckle thee , that tyrant knave Should dare
enslave thee here . N But I will tell thee of thy sireI'll tell thee 89 The Polish
Mother,
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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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