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 - 328 страница |
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... happiness in any man ; for you know not his secret griefs . The book is well written ; and I have perused it with pleasure and profit . Sentences divided by several Semicolons . The shadow of knowledge passeth over the mind of man as a ...
... happiness in any man ; for you know not his secret griefs . The book is well written ; and I have perused it with pleasure and profit . Sentences divided by several Semicolons . The shadow of knowledge passeth over the mind of man as a ...
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... happiness is only to en- tertain his friends with expectations which all but him- self know to be vain - to the economist , who tells of bar- gains and settlements - to the politician , who predicts the fate of battles and breach of ...
... happiness is only to en- tertain his friends with expectations which all but him- self know to be vain - to the economist , who tells of bar- gains and settlements - to the politician , who predicts the fate of battles and breach of ...
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... happiness consist ? In what scene of life is it to be found ? Is it to be purchased by riches ? Can we obtain it by power ? What think you of dress and equipage ? What is your opinion of fame ? Does felicity consist in amusements ? Is ...
... happiness consist ? In what scene of life is it to be found ? Is it to be purchased by riches ? Can we obtain it by power ? What think you of dress and equipage ? What is your opinion of fame ? Does felicity consist in amusements ? Is ...
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... happiness below . Know ye not , brethren ( for I speak to them that know the law ) , how that the law hath dominion over a man , as long as he liveth ? My dear friend ( said he to Mentor ) , you save my hon- our ! Come ( said she with a ...
... happiness below . Know ye not , brethren ( for I speak to them that know the law ) , how that the law hath dominion over a man , as long as he liveth ? My dear friend ( said he to Mentor ) , you save my hon- our ! Come ( said she with a ...
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... happiness , took occasion to compliment him on the extent of his power , his treasures , and royal magnificence : and declared , that no monarch had ever been greater or happier than Dionysius . " Hast thou a mind , Damocles , " says ...
... happiness , took occasion to compliment him on the extent of his power , his treasures , and royal magnificence : and declared , that no monarch had ever been greater or happier than Dionysius . " Hast thou a mind , Damocles , " says ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.