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—The noble Brutus Hath told you , Cæsar was ambitious : If it were so , it was a
grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it . Here , under leave of
Brutus and the rest ( For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all — all ...
—The noble Brutus Hath told you , Cæsar was ambitious : If it were so , it was a
grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it . Here , under leave of
Brutus and the rest ( For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all — all ...
Сторінка 67
When that the poor have cried , Cæsar hath weptAmbition should be made of
sterner stuff ; — Yet Brutus says , he was ambitious— And Brutus is an
honourable man ! You all did see , that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a
kingly crown ...
When that the poor have cried , Cæsar hath weptAmbition should be made of
sterner stuff ; — Yet Brutus says , he was ambitious— And Brutus is an
honourable man ! You all did see , that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a
kingly crown ...
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And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , —there were
an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of
Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny . But you forget
the ...
And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , —there were
an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of
Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny . But you forget
the ...
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Men at some times are masters of their fates : The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our
stars , But in ourselves , that we are underlings . Brutus — and Cæsar — what
should be in that Cæsar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ?
Men at some times are masters of their fates : The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our
stars , But in ourselves , that we are underlings . Brutus — and Cæsar — what
should be in that Cæsar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ?
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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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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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