The Book of Eloquence: A Collection of Extracts in Prose and Verse, from the Most Famous Orators and Poets; Intended as Exercises for Declamation in Colleges and SchoolsCrandall & Moseley, 1853 - 452 sider |
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... INDEPENDENCE and liberty , the great political objects of all communities , have been secured to us by our glorious ances- In these respects , we are only required to preserve and transmit unimpaired to our posterity the inheritance ...
... INDEPENDENCE and liberty , the great political objects of all communities , have been secured to us by our glorious ances- In these respects , we are only required to preserve and transmit unimpaired to our posterity the inheritance ...
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... services ? It was a Southern man who pointed out the road from bondage to independence ; who led you triumphantly through the perils TIES THAT BIND THE WEST TO US . 29 of 28 THE BOOK OF ELOQUENCE . Monopolies CLEMENS.
... services ? It was a Southern man who pointed out the road from bondage to independence ; who led you triumphantly through the perils TIES THAT BIND THE WEST TO US . 29 of 28 THE BOOK OF ELOQUENCE . Monopolies CLEMENS.
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... independence of the Dutch , when that independence was more firmly established than his own ? No , sir , Spain is made of sterner stuff . Truce after truce was patched up without any such recognition - and they were the United Provinces ...
... independence of the Dutch , when that independence was more firmly established than his own ? No , sir , Spain is made of sterner stuff . Truce after truce was patched up without any such recognition - and they were the United Provinces ...
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... Independence . As I sit in my door of a still summer evening , I hear the bells from Lexing- ton Common . The shaft over the sacred ashes of Bunker Hill rises within three miles of my windows ; I leave my home , and in an hour I stand ...
... Independence . As I sit in my door of a still summer evening , I hear the bells from Lexing- ton Common . The shaft over the sacred ashes of Bunker Hill rises within three miles of my windows ; I leave my home , and in an hour I stand ...
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... independence ; and in the present war with a reckless and semi - barbarous foe , the brave sons of every section of the Union have fought and fallen side by side ; the parched sands of Mexico have drunk togeth- er the best blood of New ...
... independence ; and in the present war with a reckless and semi - barbarous foe , the brave sons of every section of the Union have fought and fallen side by side ; the parched sands of Mexico have drunk togeth- er the best blood of New ...
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American armies arms ASHER ROBBINS banner battle beautiful behold beneath BISHOP OF BEAUVAIS blessings blood bosom brave breath Cæsar character civilized clouds conquered crown DANIEL WEBSTER dead death Demosthenes despotism destiny earth EAST INDIA BILL eloquence empire enemy England Europe fame fathers fear feel forever France freedom genius gentlemen glorious glory grave Greece hand happy hear heart heaven HENRY CLAY honor hope human Hungary Ireland JOSEPH STORY justice labor land liberty light live look lords mighty mind moral nation nature never noble o'er ocean oppressed pass patriotism peace PELEG SPRAGUE Republic republican retributive justice Revolution rise Rome RUFUS CHOATE ruins Senate sentiment soul South Carolina Spain spirit stand struggle sublime suffer sword tears tell thou thought thousand tion triumph Union victory virtue voice whole
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Side 345 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Side 342 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Side 398 - Shylock, we would have moneys :' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say, ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats?
Side 340 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Side 397 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated* me About my moneys and my usances :* Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
Side 360 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Side 350 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. ''Hearts of oak...
Side 339 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Side 69 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Side 124 - Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts; she needs none. There she is. Behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history; the world knows it by heart The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hill; and there they will remain forever.