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... honor of an illustrious son of Boston , forever associated with her pub- lic schools through the medals devised in his will . The introductory portion , on reading and the training of the voice , is by Professor Mark Bailey , of Yale ...
... honor of an illustrious son of Boston , forever associated with her pub- lic schools through the medals devised in his will . The introductory portion , on reading and the training of the voice , is by Professor Mark Bailey , of Yale ...
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... honor it . They will cèlebrate it with thanksgiving , with festivity , with bònfires , and illuminations . On its annual return , they will shed tears , còpious , gùshing tears , not of sub- jéction and slávery , not of ágony and ...
... honor it . They will cèlebrate it with thanksgiving , with festivity , with bònfires , and illuminations . On its annual return , they will shed tears , còpious , gùshing tears , not of sub- jéction and slávery , not of ágony and ...
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... honor , with the rose of heaven upon his cheek , and the fire of liberty in his eyè ? " " But when shall we be stronger ? Will it be the next week , or the next year ? " 66 " " This reading , with the falling slide on " year , " changes ...
... honor , with the rose of heaven upon his cheek , and the fire of liberty in his eyè ? " " But when shall we be stronger ? Will it be the next week , or the next year ? " 66 " " This reading , with the falling slide on " year , " changes ...
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... honors from eternal infamy ? " " Ye men of Sweden , wherefore are ye come ? See ye not yonder , how the locusts swarm , To drink the fountains of your honor up , And leave your hills a desert ? Wretched men ! Why came ye forth ? Is this ...
... honors from eternal infamy ? " " Ye men of Sweden , wherefore are ye come ? See ye not yonder , how the locusts swarm , To drink the fountains of your honor up , And leave your hills a desert ? Wretched men ! Why came ye forth ? Is this ...
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... honor , Found thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in , A sure and safe one , though thy master missed it . Mark but my fall , and that that ruined me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels ...
... honor , Found thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in , A sure and safe one , though thy master missed it . Mark but my fall , and that that ruined me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels ...
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Page 42 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Page 52 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Page 52 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 265 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 54 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 54 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 45 - 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.
Page 47 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which o'erpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
Page 309 - And, Sir, where American Liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit.
Page 21 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.