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 9
... voice of the preacher , crying in solemn tones , " Prepare to meet thy God ! " has scarcely died away , when the grim messenger executes a dreadful commission . Now is heard the sound of the workman's tool as he enters upon a new week ...
... voice of the preacher , crying in solemn tones , " Prepare to meet thy God ! " has scarcely died away , when the grim messenger executes a dreadful commission . Now is heard the sound of the workman's tool as he enters upon a new week ...
Side 13
... voice shrinks from the task to mingle with the awful pathos of that majestic orator- ( pointing to the Monument ) silent like the grave , and yet melodious like the song of immortality upon the lips of Cherubim - a senseless , cold ...
... voice shrinks from the task to mingle with the awful pathos of that majestic orator- ( pointing to the Monument ) silent like the grave , and yet melodious like the song of immortality upon the lips of Cherubim - a senseless , cold ...
Side 20
... voice has died away , like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks , " it has left behind , specimens of almost momentary eloquence , which will not easily be forgotten . From the observation of nature alone , such ...
... voice has died away , like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks , " it has left behind , specimens of almost momentary eloquence , which will not easily be forgotten . From the observation of nature alone , such ...
Side 21
... voice , the thousand intonations , nice as the vibrations of the Eolian harp ? all of which must be transmitted true to nature , in order to win ' the ear - that nice and subtle sentinel of the heart . - - There must be displayed , in ...
... voice , the thousand intonations , nice as the vibrations of the Eolian harp ? all of which must be transmitted true to nature , in order to win ' the ear - that nice and subtle sentinel of the heart . - - There must be displayed , in ...
Side 25
... of Shannon . They sang of love , and not of fame ; Forgot was Britain's glory ; Each heart recalled a different name , But all sang " Annie Laurie . " • Voice after voice caught up the song , Until its THE SONG OF THE CAMP . 25.
... of Shannon . They sang of love , and not of fame ; Forgot was Britain's glory ; Each heart recalled a different name , But all sang " Annie Laurie . " • Voice after voice caught up the song , Until its THE SONG OF THE CAMP . 25.
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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.