The Orator: A Monthly Magazine of Speeches, Plays, Dialogues, Recitations, and Scenes; Tragic, Pathetic, Comic, and Descriptive, Volum 1T. S. Hawks., 1857 |
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Side 6
... blood . At the maiden's lone window , I listened , and there I beheld an Armenian caressing the fair . The light darkened round me ; then flashed my good blade , And the minion ne'er finished the kiss that betrayed . — On the corse of ...
... blood . At the maiden's lone window , I listened , and there I beheld an Armenian caressing the fair . The light darkened round me ; then flashed my good blade , And the minion ne'er finished the kiss that betrayed . — On the corse of ...
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... blood will increase the tide ; despots may dam its flood , but never stop . The higher the dam , the higher the tide ; it will overflow , or will break through - bow , adore , and hope . " Such are the words which come to my ears- and I ...
... blood will increase the tide ; despots may dam its flood , but never stop . The higher the dam , the higher the tide ; it will overflow , or will break through - bow , adore , and hope . " Such are the words which come to my ears- and I ...
Side 14
... blood was spilt . It was not spilt in vain ; their fatherland is free , and there is a joy in that thought , adding ever new charms even to the happiness of blessed souls . As the fabu- lous divinities of ancient Greece liked to rest ...
... blood was spilt . It was not spilt in vain ; their fatherland is free , and there is a joy in that thought , adding ever new charms even to the happiness of blessed souls . As the fabu- lous divinities of ancient Greece liked to rest ...
Side 20
... blood stand in your veins . And why ? This unstudied rhetoric came from the heart . The same instructor tutored the master orators of ancient Greece and Rome . Kossuth is a noble specimen of this school , even in our own time ; and ...
... blood stand in your veins . And why ? This unstudied rhetoric came from the heart . The same instructor tutored the master orators of ancient Greece and Rome . Kossuth is a noble specimen of this school , even in our own time ; and ...
Side 22
... blood was still red on his dagger , The fury was hot in his brain ; And the chill driving scuds of the breakers , Beat thick on his forehead in vain . With his blanket wrap'd gloomily round him , He mounted 22 THE ORATOR .
... blood was still red on his dagger , The fury was hot in his brain ; And the chill driving scuds of the breakers , Beat thick on his forehead in vain . With his blanket wrap'd gloomily round him , He mounted 22 THE ORATOR .
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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.