The High School Speaker: A Collection of Declamations, Poetic Pieces and Dialogues, for the Use of Boys in Intermediate Schools and AcademiesGeo. E. Stevens & Company, 1873 |
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... pray you , as I you , trippingly on the tongue ; but if you mo many of our players do , I had as lief the to spoke my lines . Nor do not saw the air too m your hand , thus ; but use all gently ; for in torrent , tempest , and ( as I may ...
... pray you , as I you , trippingly on the tongue ; but if you mo many of our players do , I had as lief the to spoke my lines . Nor do not saw the air too m your hand , thus ; but use all gently ; for in torrent , tempest , and ( as I may ...
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... Pray to the gods to intermit the plague , That needs must light on this ingratitude . [ Shakspeare . SPEECH OF RAAB KIUPRILI . HEAR me , Assembled lords and warriors of Illyria , Hear , and avenge me ! Twice ten years have I Stood in ...
... Pray to the gods to intermit the plague , That needs must light on this ingratitude . [ Shakspeare . SPEECH OF RAAB KIUPRILI . HEAR me , Assembled lords and warriors of Illyria , Hear , and avenge me ! Twice ten years have I Stood in ...
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... pray and preach , He hears his daughter's voice , Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . It sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing 90 THE HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKER . The Village Blacksmith,
... pray and preach , He hears his daughter's voice , Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . It sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing 90 THE HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKER . The Village Blacksmith,
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... the greater share of honor : Heaven's will ! I pray thee wish not one man more . In truth I am not covetous of gold , Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; THE HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKER . 95 Henry V, Encouraging his Soldiers,
... the greater share of honor : Heaven's will ! I pray thee wish not one man more . In truth I am not covetous of gold , Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; THE HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKER . 95 Henry V, Encouraging his Soldiers,
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... pray , A Roman's life , a Roman's arms , Take thou in charge this day ! ” So he spake , and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was ...
... pray , A Roman's life , a Roman's arms , Take thou in charge this day ! ” So he spake , and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alonzo arms art thou Arth battle beast beneath better black crows bless blood Bowlin brave breath Brutus Cæsar Captain child coursers cried dead dear death Diego Perez doctor Ether eyes father fear fellow fire Gelert gentleman Gesler give grave Gruff hallowed ground hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HIGH SCHOOL SPEAKER honest honor Horace Smith Jack king land Lars Porsena Launcelot liberty light live Lochinvar look lord master morning ne'er never night noble o'er Old F Oxyde passed peace Pompey poor pray proud quoth replied Rolla Roman Rome round Ruse Scrape Soldier soul speak spirit Squire stand stood Sudorifics sure sword tears tell thee there's thing thou thought throne thunder Tis green Tom Long Trav vengeance voice warrior word young zounds
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 200 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Seite 14 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Seite 103 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 133 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Seite 17 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Seite 91 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Seite 15 - We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated, we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded, and we have been spurned with contempt from the foot of the throne.
Seite 16 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitableand let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come. It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace, but there is no peace.
Seite 163 - Persian's grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day, And when...
Seite 277 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.