An Illustration of the Principles of Elocution ...Websters and Skinners, 1828 - 300 páginas |
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... sword had freed us ? Who but sees with in- dignation , British ministers daily dictating laws for the de- struction of our commerce ? Who but laments the ruin of that brave , hardy and generous race of men , who are necessary for its ...
... sword had freed us ? Who but sees with in- dignation , British ministers daily dictating laws for the de- struction of our commerce ? Who but laments the ruin of that brave , hardy and generous race of men , who are necessary for its ...
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... sword in our defence , are loaded with chains . Toilsome tasks , gloomy prisons , whips and tortures , are the portion of men , who have triumphed with us , and exulted in the idea of giving being to nations , and freedom to unnumbered ...
... sword in our defence , are loaded with chains . Toilsome tasks , gloomy prisons , whips and tortures , are the portion of men , who have triumphed with us , and exulted in the idea of giving being to nations , and freedom to unnumbered ...
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... sword which I aimed at my breast , why in that moment was it wrested from me ? Oh ! my mistaken friends ! The man who presented his sword , dealt more kindly by me . I could then have closed my eyes in peace . I should not have lived to ...
... sword which I aimed at my breast , why in that moment was it wrested from me ? Oh ! my mistaken friends ! The man who presented his sword , dealt more kindly by me . I could then have closed my eyes in peace . I should not have lived to ...
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... sword : it will be no better than a lure to draw victims within the reach of the tomahawk . On this theme , my emotions are unutterable . If I could find words for them , if my powers bore any proportion to my zeal , I would swell my ...
... sword : it will be no better than a lure to draw victims within the reach of the tomahawk . On this theme , my emotions are unutterable . If I could find words for them , if my powers bore any proportion to my zeal , I would swell my ...
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... sword , Matilda would not shed one tear the more . Lady R. Thou dost not think so ; woeful as I am , I love thy merit and esteem thy virtues . But whither goest thou now ? Lord R. Straight to the camp , Where every warrior on the tip ...
... sword , Matilda would not shed one tear the more . Lady R. Thou dost not think so ; woeful as I am , I love thy merit and esteem thy virtues . But whither goest thou now ? Lord R. Straight to the camp , Where every warrior on the tip ...
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Página 89 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Página 59 - Else what shall they do which are baptized for the dead, if the dead rise not at all ? Why are they then baptized for the dead?
Página 107 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Página 94 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 145 - House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received ? Trust it not, Sir ; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation...
Página 127 - Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day ! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal ! "Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Página 94 - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Página 211 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 95 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Página 261 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.