The American Union Speaker: Containing Standard and Recent Selections in Prose and Poetry : for Recitation and Declamation, in Schools, Academies and Colleges : with Introductory Remarks on Elocution, and Explanatory Notes |
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... brow with a noble confidence , and say to yourself , “ I have not these things , it is true ; but it is because I have not sought , because I have not desired them ; it is because I pos- sess something better . I have chosen my lot ; I ...
... brow with a noble confidence , and say to yourself , “ I have not these things , it is true ; but it is because I have not sought , because I have not desired them ; it is because I pos- sess something better . I have chosen my lot ; I ...
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... brow . - Abhor the sword - stigmatize the sword ? No , my Lord , for , in the passes of the Tyrol , it cut to pieces the banner of the Ba- varian , and , through those cragged passes , struck a path to fame for the present ...
... brow . - Abhor the sword - stigmatize the sword ? No , my Lord , for , in the passes of the Tyrol , it cut to pieces the banner of the Ba- varian , and , through those cragged passes , struck a path to fame for the present ...
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... brow with the wreath of immortality . " But I believe he would have yielded his arm , his frame to be burned , before he would have sought to grasp the highest prize of earth by any means , by any organization , by any tactics , by any ...
... brow with the wreath of immortality . " But I believe he would have yielded his arm , his frame to be burned , before he would have sought to grasp the highest prize of earth by any means , by any organization , by any tactics , by any ...
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... brows , when Spartacus , rising in the midst of that grim assemblage , thus addressed them : - “ Ye call me chief , and ye do well to call him chief , who , for twelve long years , has met upon the arena every shape of man or beast that ...
... brows , when Spartacus , rising in the midst of that grim assemblage , thus addressed them : - “ Ye call me chief , and ye do well to call him chief , who , for twelve long years , has met upon the arena every shape of man or beast that ...
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... brow , kissed my throbbing temples , and bade me go to rest , and think no more of those old tales and savage wars . - - " That very night the Romans landed on our shore , and the clash of steel was heard within our quiet vale . I saw ...
... brow , kissed my throbbing temples , and bade me go to rest , and think no more of those old tales and savage wars . - - " That very night the Romans landed on our shore , and the clash of steel was heard within our quiet vale . I saw ...
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Aaron Burr ambition American arms battle battle of Rocroi beneath Bingen blessings blood bosom brave breath brow Cæsar character common crime dare dark dead death deep Demosthenes earth eloquence England Erin go bragh eternal falchion fame fathers fear feel fire freedom genius give glorious glory grave hallowed ground hand hath hear heard heart Heaven honor hope hour human immortal Ireland justice king labor land liberty light live look Lord Lord Brougham mighty mind N. P. Willis nation never noble o'er ocean passion patriotism pause peace proud R. B. Sheridan rise Rome sacred shore slavery slaves soul sound South Carolina speak spirit stand Star-Spangled Banner stood sweet sword tears tell thee thou thought thousand throne thunder tion toil Union utterance victory virtue voice wave Webster words
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Page 205 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there: O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Page 330 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 175 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 251 - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 242 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 343 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres, till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head; The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch...
Page 309 - Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires; God — and your native land!
Page 208 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 43 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Page 214 - thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us— by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.