How to Speak in PublicFunk & Wagnalls, 1906 - 533 páginas |
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... Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If , then , that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer , -Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather Cæsar were living , and die all ...
... Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If , then , that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer , -Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather Cæsar were living , and die all ...
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... shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? — ANON . Tell me , my soul ! can this be death ? " The Dying Christian to his Soul . " РОРЕ . 4. Brutus . How ill this taper burns ! -Ha 48 HOW TO SPEAK IN PUBLIC.
... shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? — ANON . Tell me , my soul ! can this be death ? " The Dying Christian to his Soul . " РОРЕ . 4. Brutus . How ill this taper burns ! -Ha 48 HOW TO SPEAK IN PUBLIC.
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Grenville Kleiser. 4. Brutus . How ill this taper burns ! -Ha ! who comes here ? I think , it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition . ( Ghost approaches . ) It comes upon me : -Art thou anything ? Art thou ...
Grenville Kleiser. 4. Brutus . How ill this taper burns ! -Ha ! who comes here ? I think , it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition . ( Ghost approaches . ) It comes upon me : -Art thou anything ? Art thou ...
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... Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny . " Julius Cæsar . " SHAKESPEARE . 6. Do you think to ...
... Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny . " Julius Cæsar . " SHAKESPEARE . 6. Do you think to ...
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... Brutus for the Roman , Hampden for England , Fayette for France , choose Washington as the bright consummate flower of our earlier civilization , then , dipping her pen in the sunlight , will write in the clear blue , above them all ...
... Brutus for the Roman , Hampden for England , Fayette for France , choose Washington as the bright consummate flower of our earlier civilization , then , dipping her pen in the sunlight , will write in the clear blue , above them all ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms beautiful bells Blessed blood blow breath Brutus carronade Catiline circumflex cried dare dark dead death deep earth exercises expression eyes face father fear feeling Fezziwig forever Freedom calls gentle GEORGE CROLY gesture give glory glottis gold standard hand hast hath head hear heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER honor hope Hurrah inflection Jean Valjean Julius Cæsar King larynx liberty light lips live look lord loud Macbeth ment Merchant of Venice mind mouth nation nature never night nostrils o'er pause peace pitch practise Repeat rising inflection SHAKESPEARE side silence sing sleep slowly smile soft palate soul sound speak speaker speech spirit stand star-spangled banner sweet tell thee thing Thou art thought tion tone tongue truth vocal voice Warren Hastings wave wind words
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Página 91 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Página 46 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since: their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; — not so thou. Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 162 - Grow old along with me ! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God : see all, nor be afraid!
Página 56 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Página 532 - Oh say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Página 172 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Página 176 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Página 57 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Página 158 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Página 95 - Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...