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... sweet as dew , and words as soft as rain , - But they have heard her father's step , and in he leaps again ! Out spoke the ancient fisherman , - " O what was that , my daughter ? " 99 " " Twas nothing but a pebble , sir , I threw into ...
... sweet as dew , and words as soft as rain , - But they have heard her father's step , and in he leaps again ! Out spoke the ancient fisherman , - " O what was that , my daughter ? " 99 " " Twas nothing but a pebble , sir , I threw into ...
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... thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew , That one small head could carry all he knew . - - GOLDSMITH . SWEET AND LOW Sweet and low , sweet and low INFLECTION 45.
... thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew , That one small head could carry all he knew . - - GOLDSMITH . SWEET AND LOW Sweet and low , sweet and low INFLECTION 45.
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A School Speaker Frank Townsend Southwick. SWEET AND LOW Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow ...
A School Speaker Frank Townsend Southwick. SWEET AND LOW Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and blow ...
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... sweet child , And put my child in her stead . " " Falsely , falsely have ye done , O mother , " she said , " if this be true , To keep the best man under the sun So many years from his due . ” " Nay now , my child , " said Alice the ...
... sweet child , And put my child in her stead . " " Falsely , falsely have ye done , O mother , " she said , " if this be true , To keep the best man under the sun So many years from his due . ” " Nay now , my child , " said Alice the ...
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... sweet and low ! " Where our feelings are neutral or when our emotions are under control , we sim- ply speak with precision of accent . In Richelieu's proud reply to his king we need only so much of radical stress as shall show that he ...
... sweet and low ! " Where our feelings are neutral or when our emotions are under control , we sim- ply speak with precision of accent . In Richelieu's proud reply to his king we need only so much of radical stress as shall show that he ...
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1st Clown 2d Clown arms audience battle beautiful blood bonnie Dundee brave breath Bregenz Brutus Cæsar Captain captain's gig Catiline clouds cried dark dead dear death earth emotions expression eyes face father feeling Fezziwig foot forever friends gesture glory gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hills honor inflection Julius Cæsar King Lady land laugh liberty light lips live look Lord loud Malaprop nation never night noble o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES pass pause Rabiah Ring rise round ship shore shout side slaves smile soldier soul sound SPEA speak spirit stand stood sweet sword Tahawus tell thee things thou thought thunder TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE turned Twas unto voice W. S. GILBERT wave wild Winkle words
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Page 185 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Page 245 - Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry
Page 360 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Page 396 - I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel ; ' As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Page 245 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Page 176 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Page 88 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Page 409 - O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear Father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 407 - South this terrible war, as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to him ? Fondly do we hope — fervently do we pray — that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled...
Page 334 - There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free, if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight ; I repeat it, sir, we must fight. An appeal to arms, and to the God of Hosts, is all that is left us.