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... GOLD " SPEECH OWYHEE JOE'S STORY THE YACHT CLUB SPEECH THE TWO PICTURES GOD François Coppée 415 Will Carleton 420 Victor Hugo 426 · 436 Lord Byron 439 John Dryden 442 Wm . Baine 444 Schiller 446 Sheridan 450 Henry Clay 454 · · E ...
... GOLD " SPEECH OWYHEE JOE'S STORY THE YACHT CLUB SPEECH THE TWO PICTURES GOD François Coppée 415 Will Carleton 420 Victor Hugo 426 · 436 Lord Byron 439 John Dryden 442 Wm . Baine 444 Schiller 446 Sheridan 450 Henry Clay 454 · · E ...
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... gold , and exhaling such a perfume as never arose from human censer . Fancy again the fun of tucking one's self up for the night in the folds of a rose , rocked to sleep by the gentle sighs of summer air , nothing to do when you awake ...
... gold , and exhaling such a perfume as never arose from human censer . Fancy again the fun of tucking one's self up for the night in the folds of a rose , rocked to sleep by the gentle sighs of summer air , nothing to do when you awake ...
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... gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometimes declines , By chance , or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade , Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou ...
... gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometimes declines , By chance , or nature's changing course untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade , Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou ...
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... gold ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honor I am the most offending soul alive . No , ' faith , my coz , wish ...
... gold ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honor I am the most offending soul alive . No , ' faith , my coz , wish ...
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... gold . 3. Great men , too , lie where they fall . 4. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all . 5. The first test of a truly great man is his humility . 6. I ne'er will ask for quarter , and I ne'er will be your slave ! 7. Oh ...
... gold . 3. Great men , too , lie where they fall . 4. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all . 5. The first test of a truly great man is his humility . 6. I ne'er will ask for quarter , and I ne'er will be your slave ! 7. Oh ...
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arms audience beauty bells Blessed blood blow breath Brutus carronade Catiline circumflex cried dare dark dead death deep DEMOSTHENES duty earth expression eyes face falling inflection father fear feeling Fezziwig forever Freedom calls GEORGE CROLY gesture give glory gold standard hand hast hath head hear heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER honor hope human Hurrah inflection Jean Valjean Julius Cæsar King larynx liberty light lips live look lord loud Macbeth ment Merchant of Venice mind nation nature never night o'er oratory pause peace pitch practise rising inflection sentence SHAKESPEARE silence sleep smile soft palate soul sound speak speaker speech spirit stand star-spangled banner sweet tell thee thing Thou art thought tion tongue truth vocal voice Warren Hastings wave wind words
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