Steps to Oratory: A School SpeakerAmerican book Company, 1900 - 464ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... smiling , said the same ; But with face transfigured and eye of flame : " Trees , meadows , mountains , groves , and streams ! Blue sky and clouds and sunny gleams ! " - BROOKS . But the eye does not always seek the audience . Often as ...
... smiling , said the same ; But with face transfigured and eye of flame : " Trees , meadows , mountains , groves , and streams ! Blue sky and clouds and sunny gleams ! " - BROOKS . But the eye does not always seek the audience . Often as ...
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... smile , he said , " I will . " " Cavalry , charge ! " Not a man of them shrank . Their sharp , full cheer , from rank on rank , Rose joyously , with a willing breath , — Rose like a greeting hail to death . With clank of scabbards and ...
... smile , he said , " I will . " " Cavalry , charge ! " Not a man of them shrank . Their sharp , full cheer , from rank on rank , Rose joyously , with a willing breath , — Rose like a greeting hail to death . With clank of scabbards and ...
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... Smile on , my Lords ! I scorn to count what feelings , withered hopes , Strong provocations , bitter , burning wrongs , I have within my heart's hot cells shut up , To leave you in your lazy dignities . But here I stand and scoff you ...
... Smile on , my Lords ! I scorn to count what feelings , withered hopes , Strong provocations , bitter , burning wrongs , I have within my heart's hot cells shut up , To leave you in your lazy dignities . But here I stand and scoff you ...
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... smile guided to their choice . ¡ª WHITTIER , Mabel Martin . There once was a writer named Wright , Who instructed his son to write right . He said : " Boy , write Wright right ; It is not right to write Wright awry ; try to write Wright ...
... smile guided to their choice . ¡ª WHITTIER , Mabel Martin . There once was a writer named Wright , Who instructed his son to write right . He said : " Boy , write Wright right ; It is not right to write Wright awry ; try to write Wright ...
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... smiling away ? ! Then here's to our boyhood , its gold and its gray ! The stars of its winter , the dews of its May ! And when we have done with our life - lasting toys , Dear Father , take care of thy children , THE Boys ! - HOLMES ...
... smiling away ? ! Then here's to our boyhood , its gold and its gray ! The stars of its winter , the dews of its May ! And when we have done with our life - lasting toys , Dear Father , take care of thy children , THE Boys ! - HOLMES ...
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176 ÆäÀÌÁö - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
185 ÆäÀÌÁö - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
360 ÆäÀÌÁö - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whilst bloody treason flourished over us! Oh, now you weep; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops! Kind souls ! What! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? — look you here ! Here is himself, — marred, as you see. with traitors ! —• Good friends ! sweet friends ! let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny!
88 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
409 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.