The Orator: A Monthly Magazine of Speeches, Plays, Dialogues, Recitations, and Scenes; Tragic, Pathetic, Comic, and Descriptive, Zväzok 1T. S. Hawks., 1857 |
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Strana 4
... soul of oratory ; no matter whether the speaker stands in the scientific hall , the public assembly , the pulpit , at the bar , or treads the dramatic boards . They are those innate beauties of composition which the merely reader of ...
... soul of oratory ; no matter whether the speaker stands in the scientific hall , the public assembly , the pulpit , at the bar , or treads the dramatic boards . They are those innate beauties of composition which the merely reader of ...
Strana 7
... soul . How quick its poison worked upon my father , And shot its venom o'er a noble brother , Destroyed the wisdom of a sister's lover , And bowed myself the victim of its fevers , I'll not portray ; such journals all have seen ...
... soul . How quick its poison worked upon my father , And shot its venom o'er a noble brother , Destroyed the wisdom of a sister's lover , And bowed myself the victim of its fevers , I'll not portray ; such journals all have seen ...
Strana 14
... soul are familiar with the spirits of Martyrs of Liberty . But those I see around me have no sad , ghastly look ... souls . As the fabu- lous divinities of ancient Greece liked to rest from the charms of Heaven on Mount Olympus , so must ...
... soul are familiar with the spirits of Martyrs of Liberty . But those I see around me have no sad , ghastly look ... souls . As the fabu- lous divinities of ancient Greece liked to rest from the charms of Heaven on Mount Olympus , so must ...
Strana 28
... soul , send life through this cold clay ; " Into these glassy eyes put light - be still ! keep down thine ire— Bid these white lips a blessing speak - this earth is not my sire : - : - Give me back him for whom I strove , for whom my ...
... soul , send life through this cold clay ; " Into these glassy eyes put light - be still ! keep down thine ire— Bid these white lips a blessing speak - this earth is not my sire : - : - Give me back him for whom I strove , for whom my ...
Strana 30
... soul ; Hark ! how the angry furies howl ! Pluto laughs , and Proserpine is glad , To see poor Tom of Bedlam , mad . Through the world I wander , night and day , To seek my straggling senses ; In an angry mood , I met old Time , With his ...
... soul ; Hark ! how the angry furies howl ! Pluto laughs , and Proserpine is glad , To see poor Tom of Bedlam , mad . Through the world I wander , night and day , To seek my straggling senses ; In an angry mood , I met old Time , With his ...
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action affections arms beautiful blood brother cause child Colbee comes damn dark dead dear death Demetrius Doctor Dodder drink earth Enter Erix Exactly EXTRACT eyes face fall father fear feel feet fire friends gentlemen give half hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hold honor hope human husband I'll justice King labor land laugh lecture live look lord meet Mike mind mother nature never night noble o'er Old Dod once orator oratory passed passion Pers Perseus play present recitation rest Rome SCENE selection Senate soul speak speech spirit Squire stand stone student Swee Sweetford tears tell thee thing thou thought true turn voice Wall wife wish young
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Strana 83 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
Strana 155 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? To die: to sleep...
Strana 159 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing : It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Strana 153 - O, 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, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Strana 158 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, — in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful...
Strana 204 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely.
Strana 159 - Pale Hecate's offerings : and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Strana 152 - 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 honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Strana 151 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Strana 74 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.