The model elocutionist, by A. Comstock and J.A. Mair1874 |
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... poor as to do her reverence ! | * Mr Pitt delivered this speech in opposition to Lord Suffolk , who proposed in Parliament to employ the Indians against the Americans ; and who had said , in the course of the debate , that they had a ...
... poor as to do her reverence ! | * Mr Pitt delivered this speech in opposition to Lord Suffolk , who proposed in Parliament to employ the Indians against the Americans ; and who had said , in the course of the debate , that they had a ...
Page 99
... poor have cried , | Cæsar hath wept . | Ambition should be made of sterner stuff . | Yet Brutus says , he was ambitious ; | And Brutus is an honourable man . Į You all did see that , on the Lupercal , * | I thrice presented him a kingly ...
... poor have cried , | Cæsar hath wept . | Ambition should be made of sterner stuff . | Yet Brutus says , he was ambitious ; | And Brutus is an honourable man . Į You all did see that , on the Lupercal , * | I thrice presented him a kingly ...
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... poor * to do him reverence . | O masters ! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage , | I should do Brutus wrong , and Cas'sius wrong , | Who , you all know , | are honourable men . | I will not do them wrong ...
... poor * to do him reverence . | O masters ! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage , | I should do Brutus wrong , and Cas'sius wrong , | Who , you all know , | are honourable men . | I will not do them wrong ...
Page 102
... poor , poor , dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me . But , were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony | Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome | to ...
... poor , poor , dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me . But , were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony | Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome | to ...
Page 105
... poor man that hangs on prin'ces ' favours ! | There is , * betwixt that smile he would aspire to , | That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , | More pangs , and fears than wars , or women have ' ; And when he falls , | he falls ...
... poor man that hangs on prin'ces ' favours ! | There is , * betwixt that smile he would aspire to , | That sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , | More pangs , and fears than wars , or women have ' ; And when he falls , | he falls ...
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Page 157 - 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 187 - Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen. Fallen from his high estate.
Page 150 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Page 209 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 207 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Page 157 - Oh, from out the sounding cells what a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells, how it dwells on the future ! How it tells of the rapture that impels to the swinging and the ringing of the bells, bells, bells, of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells — to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Page 133 - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius ; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
Page 85 - The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Page 133 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Page 87 - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never.