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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... Whistle , The .... What is a Bachelor Like ? .. Word with You , A ... 170 OOFTY GOOFT . 176 178 .ADELAIDE A. PROCTOR .. 188 ..LEIGH HUNT ........ 17 WILLIAM BLAKE . 17 .E . C. STEDMAN 29 GEORGE COOPER 74 H. S. LEIGH ...... 126 GEORGE ...
... Whistle , The .... What is a Bachelor Like ? .. Word with You , A ... 170 OOFTY GOOFT . 176 178 .ADELAIDE A. PROCTOR .. 188 ..LEIGH HUNT ........ 17 WILLIAM BLAKE . 17 .E . C. STEDMAN 29 GEORGE COOPER 74 H. S. LEIGH ...... 126 GEORGE ...
الصفحة 44
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
الصفحة 49
... whistling ball Came out of the wood , and the voice was still ; Something I heard in the darkness fall , And for a moment my blood grew chill ; I spake in a whisper , as he who speaks In a room where some one is lying dead ; But he made ...
... whistling ball Came out of the wood , and the voice was still ; Something I heard in the darkness fall , And for a moment my blood grew chill ; I spake in a whisper , as he who speaks In a room where some one is lying dead ; But he made ...
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... whistling mouth Up he came , from the far warm south , To see what he could see . And he saw in Gold - Lock's garden A full - blown apple tree ; And where the leaves were cosiest With leaf and blossom , he saw a nest As cunning as could ...
... whistling mouth Up he came , from the far warm south , To see what he could see . And he saw in Gold - Lock's garden A full - blown apple tree ; And where the leaves were cosiest With leaf and blossom , he saw a nest As cunning as could ...
الصفحة 114
... WHISTLE . BY ROBERT STORY . " You have heard , " said a youth to his sweetheart , who stood , While he sat on a corn - sheaf , at daylight's decline- " You have heard of the Danish boy's whistle of wood ? I wish that Danish boy's whistle ...
... WHISTLE . BY ROBERT STORY . " You have heard , " said a youth to his sweetheart , who stood , While he sat on a corn - sheaf , at daylight's decline- " You have heard of the Danish boy's whistle of wood ? I wish that Danish boy's whistle ...
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ain't bachelor beautiful bells blow Blue brow Brutus BUMBLEBEES Cæsar Carthage cataphracts cheek Cratchet cried daddy-long-legs de-al dead dear death dream face fall father fell flirt galloped GEORGE COOPER golden goose gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL Hinglish JOSH BILLINGS Katydid king lady laugh light lips look moon morning mosquitoes mother my-mother-wants-me never night nobody's O-ree-al O. W. HOLMES o'er once Peep poor Rome Romeo ROSE TERRY COOKE round Sally Brown sexton shoemaker's poy shook shoomp sigh sleep smile song soul sound stood sweet T. B. ALDRICH tarrier tell thee There's thine thing thou thro Tiny Tim turned Twas Victor Galbraith voice Waiting the Judgment waves whistle wife wings woman of three WOOD THRUSH young
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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.