Webster's Progressive Speaker: A Very Fine Selection of the Most Admirable Pieces Suited for Oratorical Exhibitions in the Higher Classes of Academies, Colleges, Universities, Normal Schools, and for Intellectual Parlor EntertainmentsRobert M. De Witt, 1876 - 192 من الصفحات |
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... They told him she was dead - the words To him no import bore . They closed her eyes and shrouded her , Whilst he stood wond'ring by , And when they bore her to the grave He followed silently . They laid her in the narrow house , And sung.
... They told him she was dead - the words To him no import bore . They closed her eyes and shrouded her , Whilst he stood wond'ring by , And when they bore her to the grave He followed silently . They laid her in the narrow house , And sung.
الصفحة 8
... stood and watched him at the grave , And not a word was said . They came , and went , and came again , And night at last drew on ; Yet still he lingered at the place Till every one had gone ; And when he found himself alone He quick ...
... stood and watched him at the grave , And not a word was said . They came , and went , and came again , And night at last drew on ; Yet still he lingered at the place Till every one had gone ; And when he found himself alone He quick ...
الصفحة 38
... Stood on our storming - day , With neck out - thrust -- you fancy how , Legs wide , arms locked behind , As if to balance the prone brow , Oppressive with its mind . Just as , perhaps , he mused : " My plans , That soar to earth , may ...
... Stood on our storming - day , With neck out - thrust -- you fancy how , Legs wide , arms locked behind , As if to balance the prone brow , Oppressive with its mind . Just as , perhaps , he mused : " My plans , That soar to earth , may ...
الصفحة 42
... Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax , Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May . ... The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe 42 WEBSTER'S PROGRESSIVE SPEAKER .
... Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax , Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May . ... The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe 42 WEBSTER'S PROGRESSIVE SPEAKER .
الصفحة 43
... stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth , And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now west , now south . Then up and spake an old sailor , Had sailed to the Spanish Main : " I pray thee put into yonder port ...
... stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth , And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now west , now south . Then up and spake an old sailor , Had sailed to the Spanish Main : " I pray thee put into yonder port ...
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الصفحة 53 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar; I found it in his closet, 't is his will ; Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
الصفحة 44 - And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between, A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
الصفحة 54 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
الصفحة 18 - What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
الصفحة 52 - He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
الصفحة 41 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
الصفحة 60 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
الصفحة 53 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, — not without cause: What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
الصفحة 35 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome : And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication of your sounds, . Made in her concave shores...
الصفحة 51 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.