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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... replied— " Art thou that traitor angel , art thou he , Who first broke peace in heaven , and faith , till then Unbroken , and in proud rebellious arms Drew after him the third part of heaven's sons Conjured against the Highest ; for ...
... replied— " Art thou that traitor angel , art thou he , Who first broke peace in heaven , and faith , till then Unbroken , and in proud rebellious arms Drew after him the third part of heaven's sons Conjured against the Highest ; for ...
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... replied : O ! tyrant , arm'd with insolence and pride ! Inglorious slave to interest ever joined With fraud , unworthy of a royal mind ! What generous Greek , obedient to thy word , Shall form an ambush , or shall lift the sword THE ...
... replied : O ! tyrant , arm'd with insolence and pride ! Inglorious slave to interest ever joined With fraud , unworthy of a royal mind ! What generous Greek , obedient to thy word , Shall form an ambush , or shall lift the sword THE ...
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... replied ; Speak your name and your lineage , ere with you I ride . " - " My name is Rodrigo , " thus answered the knight ; " Of the line of old Lara , though barred from my right ; For the kinsman of Salas proclaims for the heir Of our ...
... replied ; Speak your name and your lineage , ere with you I ride . " - " My name is Rodrigo , " thus answered the knight ; " Of the line of old Lara , though barred from my right ; For the kinsman of Salas proclaims for the heir Of our ...
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... replied ; " I've lost it ! Ah , the treasure ! " — and he died . I asked the golden sun and silver spheres , Those bright chronometers of days and years : They answered , Time is but a meteor glare ! " And bade us for eternity prepare ...
... replied ; " I've lost it ! Ah , the treasure ! " — and he died . I asked the golden sun and silver spheres , Those bright chronometers of days and years : They answered , Time is but a meteor glare ! " And bade us for eternity prepare ...
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... replied ( no oracle more wise ) , " ' Tis folly's blank , and wisdom's highest prize ! " I asked a spirit lost : but oh , the shriek That pierced my soul ! I shudder while I speak ! It cried , " A particle , a speck , a mite Of endless ...
... replied ( no oracle more wise ) , " ' Tis folly's blank , and wisdom's highest prize ! " I asked a spirit lost : but oh , the shriek That pierced my soul ! I shudder while I speak ! It cried , " A particle , a speck , a mite Of endless ...
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.