The American Orator's Own Book: Or, The Art of Extemporaneous Public Speaking, Including a Course of Discipline for Obtaining the Faculties of Discrimination, Arrangement and Oral Discussion; with a Debate, as an Exercise in Argumentative Declamation; and Numerous Selections for PracticeJ. Kay, 1836 - Всего страниц: 328 |
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... huge round stone . Hail , ye high ministers of heaven ! how happy are we in hearing these your heavenly tidings , How I hate , how I abhor such hell hounds ! Hope , open thou his ear to hear . Guide READING AND RECITATION . 31.
... huge round stone . Hail , ye high ministers of heaven ! how happy are we in hearing these your heavenly tidings , How I hate , how I abhor such hell hounds ! Hope , open thou his ear to hear . Guide READING AND RECITATION . 31.
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... heavens proclaim his glory . His dominions are unbounded . He governs innumerable worlds . He encircles the universe . The earth is a planet . The earth turns round its axis . The sun is in the centre . The sun is the source of light ...
... heavens proclaim his glory . His dominions are unbounded . He governs innumerable worlds . He encircles the universe . The earth is a planet . The earth turns round its axis . The sun is in the centre . The sun is the source of light ...
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... heaven , or the esteem of the world , cultivate the love of virtue . Be armed with courage against thyself , against thy passions READING AND RECITATION . 43 PAUSES Sentences divided by a Comma Sentences divided by two or three Commas.
... heaven , or the esteem of the world , cultivate the love of virtue . Be armed with courage against thyself , against thy passions READING AND RECITATION . 43 PAUSES Sentences divided by a Comma Sentences divided by two or three Commas.
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... heaven ; he rea- soneth not ; he is the fountain of truth . Every thing grows old ; every thing passes away ; every thing disappears . Every seed contains in it a plant of its own species ; this plant another seed ; this seed another ...
... heaven ; he rea- soneth not ; he is the fountain of truth . Every thing grows old ; every thing passes away ; every thing disappears . Every seed contains in it a plant of its own species ; this plant another seed ; this seed another ...
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... heaven his wonted face renewed , And with fresh flowerets hill and valley smiled . Rule 24. - Sublime , grand , and magnifi- cent description in poetry , frequently requires a lower tone of voice , and a sameness nearly approaching to a ...
... heaven his wonted face renewed , And with fresh flowerets hill and valley smiled . Rule 24. - Sublime , grand , and magnifi- cent description in poetry , frequently requires a lower tone of voice , and a sameness nearly approaching to a ...
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Стр. 205 - 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.
Стр. 213 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar!
Стр. 325 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony and shroud and pall And breathless darkness and the narrow house...
Стр. 183 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Стр. 214 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Стр. 218 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Стр. 217 - At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour "When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror...
Стр. 326 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Стр. 218 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Стр. 221 - I call upon the honour of your lordships to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and to maintain your own. I call upon the spirit and humanity of my country to vindicate the national character. I invoke the genius of the constitution. From the tapestry that adorns these walls, the immortal ancestor of this noble lord frowns with indignation at the disgrace of his country.