The Book of Eloquence: A Collection of Extracts in Prose and Verse, from the Most Famous Orators and Poets; Intended as Exercises for Declamation in Colleges and Schools |
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... once indeed was eloquent , but now through age had well nigh lost its cunning , has fallen into the swoon of death . He was not an actor in the drama of conquest - nor had his feeble voice yet mingled in the lofty argument- " A gray ...
... once indeed was eloquent , but now through age had well nigh lost its cunning , has fallen into the swoon of death . He was not an actor in the drama of conquest - nor had his feeble voice yet mingled in the lofty argument- " A gray ...
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... Once more he mounted his impatient charger , and rushed forth to con- quest . He waved his sword aloft and cried “ TETE D'ARMEE . ” The feverish vision broke - the mockery was ended . The silver cord was loosened , and the warrior fell ...
... Once more he mounted his impatient charger , and rushed forth to con- quest . He waved his sword aloft and cried “ TETE D'ARMEE . ” The feverish vision broke - the mockery was ended . The silver cord was loosened , and the warrior fell ...
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... prattle of his babes , once so sweet , no longer affects him ; and the angel smile of his wife , which hitherto touched his bosom with an ecstacy so He unspeakable , is now unseen and unfelt . Greater objects Invective against.
... prattle of his babes , once so sweet , no longer affects him ; and the angel smile of his wife , which hitherto touched his bosom with an ecstacy so He unspeakable , is now unseen and unfelt . Greater objects Invective against.
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... once in the West , anarchy and chaos will have come again , and we shall grope out in darkness and despair the remainder of a miserable existence . I confess that , when I think of the Constitution , I feel a burning zeal which prompts ...
... once in the West , anarchy and chaos will have come again , and we shall grope out in darkness and despair the remainder of a miserable existence . I confess that , when I think of the Constitution , I feel a burning zeal which prompts ...
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... once ; too great to be done by this society ; too great to be done by this gene- ration , perhaps ; but not too great to be done . Nothing is too great to be done , which is founded on truth and justice , and which is pursued with the ...
... once ; too great to be done by this society ; too great to be done by this gene- ration , perhaps ; but not too great to be done . Nothing is too great to be done , which is founded on truth and justice , and which is pursued with the ...
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Page 345 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 342 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 398 - Shylock, we would have moneys :' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say, ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats?
Page 340 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Page 397 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated* me About my moneys and my usances :* Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
Page 360 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition 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, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Page 350 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. ''Hearts of oak...
Page 339 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 69 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Page 124 - Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts; she needs none. There she is. Behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history; the world knows it by heart The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hill; and there they will remain forever.