The Book of Oratory: A New Collection of Extracts in Prose, Poetry and Dialogue, Containing Selections from Distinguished American and English Orators, Divines, and Poets |
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... quid opus esset , " nunc quidem paullulum " inquit , " a sole . " - Cicero Tusc . Disp . KING ALEXANDER turned aside ; But when his glance of youthful pride Rested upon the warriors gray Who bore his lance and shield that day , And the ...
... quid opus esset , " nunc quidem paullulum " inquit , " a sole . " - Cicero Tusc . Disp . KING ALEXANDER turned aside ; But when his glance of youthful pride Rested upon the warriors gray Who bore his lance and shield that day , And the ...
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... Quid . ) Quid . Brother Feeble , I give you joy ! the nabob's demol- ished . Hurrah ! Feeb . Lack - a - day , Mr. Quidnunc ! how can you serve me thus ? Quid . Súraja Dowla is no more ! Hurrah ! Feeb . Poor man ! he's stark , staring mad .
... Quid . ) Quid . Brother Feeble , I give you joy ! the nabob's demol- ished . Hurrah ! Feeb . Lack - a - day , Mr. Quidnunc ! how can you serve me thus ? Quid . Súraja Dowla is no more ! Hurrah ! Feeb . Poor man ! he's stark , staring mad .
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... Quid . We had but two seapoys killed , three chokeys , four gaul - walls , and two zemindars . Hurrah ! Feeb . Would not to - morrow morning do as well for this ? Quid . Light up your windows , man ! -light up your win- dows ...
... Quid . We had but two seapoys killed , three chokeys , four gaul - walls , and two zemindars . Hurrah ! Feeb . Would not to - morrow morning do as well for this ? Quid . Light up your windows , man ! -light up your win- dows ...
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... Quid . I'll be with you before you're out of your first sleep . Feeb . Good night , good night ! ( Hurries off . ) Quid . ( screaming after him ) . I forgot to tell you the em- peror of Morocco is dead . So now , I have made him happy ...
... Quid . I'll be with you before you're out of your first sleep . Feeb . Good night , good night ! ( Hurries off . ) Quid . ( screaming after him ) . I forgot to tell you the em- peror of Morocco is dead . So now , I have made him happy ...
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... Quid . You've told me news : -I did not know it was felony ! But if the Flanders mail should come in while I'm there , I should know nothing at all of it . Cod . But why should you be uneasy ? —cui bono , Mr. Quid- nunc ? -cui bono ? Quid ...
... Quid . You've told me news : -I did not know it was felony ! But if the Flanders mail should come in while I'm there , I should know nothing at all of it . Cod . But why should you be uneasy ? —cui bono , Mr. Quid- nunc ? -cui bono ? Quid ...
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Page 359 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 361 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 305 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 281 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 290 - Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, The farced title running 'fore the King...
Page 287 - And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Page 279 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 277 - There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Page 279 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Page 43 - Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I give my hand and my heart to this vote.