The Book of Oratory: Compiled for the Use of Colleges, Academies, and the Higher Classes of Select and Parish SchoolsD. & J. Sadlier, 1871 - 648 страници |
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... land ! And may I live to hold the boon Of freedom in my hand . Moderate pitch . Father . - Well done , my boy , grow up and love The land that gave you birth , — Low pitch . A land where freedom loves to dwell , - A paradise on earth ...
... land ! And may I live to hold the boon Of freedom in my hand . Moderate pitch . Father . - Well done , my boy , grow up and love The land that gave you birth , — Low pitch . A land where freedom loves to dwell , - A paradise on earth ...
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... swore to God on high To smite to - day the Saxon's might- To conquer or to die . 4. Loud swells the charging trumpet- " Tis a voice from our own land- God of battles - God of vengeance , Guide to 30 THE FIFTH READER . Examples in Force.
... swore to God on high To smite to - day the Saxon's might- To conquer or to die . 4. Loud swells the charging trumpet- " Tis a voice from our own land- God of battles - God of vengeance , Guide to 30 THE FIFTH READER . Examples in Force.
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... land of the vine , Like the wrathful Alpine tempest , We swept upon their line . Gentle force . Then rang along the battle - field Triumphant our hurrah , And we smote them down , still cheering- " Erin , slanthagal go bragh ! " 7. As ...
... land of the vine , Like the wrathful Alpine tempest , We swept upon their line . Gentle force . Then rang along the battle - field Triumphant our hurrah , And we smote them down , still cheering- " Erin , slanthagal go bragh ! " 7. As ...
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... land Like this of Fontenoy . Moderate force . -Bartholomew Dowling . THE DYING SOLDIER . The crimson tide was ebbing , and the pulse grew weak und faint , But the lips of that brave soldier scorned e'en now to make complaint ; " Fall in ...
... land Like this of Fontenoy . Moderate force . -Bartholomew Dowling . THE DYING SOLDIER . The crimson tide was ebbing , and the pulse grew weak und faint , But the lips of that brave soldier scorned e'en now to make complaint ; " Fall in ...
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... LAND ! LAND ! " cry the sailors ; " LAND ! LAND ! ” — he awakes- He runs , -yes ! behold it ! it blesseth his sight ! The land ! oh ! dear spectacle ! transport ! delight ! Very slow time . 3. The stars shall fade away , the sun ...
... LAND ! LAND ! " cry the sailors ; " LAND ! LAND ! ” — he awakes- He runs , -yes ! behold it ! it blesseth his sight ! The land ! oh ! dear spectacle ! transport ! delight ! Very slow time . 3. The stars shall fade away , the sun ...
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Страница 329 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Страница 354 - 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.
Страница 375 - Liberty first and Union afterward," but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart — "Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable.
Страница 270 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Страница 530 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake ; 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their...
Страница 400 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Страница 507 - Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Страница 526 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Страница 356 - 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 inevitable — and 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.
Страница 226 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it— ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits,— Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive,— Snuffy old drone from the German hive!