Modern Eloquence, Volume 4

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Thomas Brackett Reed, Rossiter Johnson, Justin McCarthy, Albert Ellery Bergh
J.D. Morris, 1900

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Page 365 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 355 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 236 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No.- Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 245 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 236 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Page 233 - Oui, oui, redoutez tout après un tel outrage, Je ne suis plus à moi, je suis tout à la rage: Percé du coup mortel dont vous m'assassinez, Mes sens par la raison ne sont plus gouvernés; Je cède aux mouvements d'une juste colère, Et je ne réponds pas de ce que je puis faire.
Page 26 - Things and actions are what they are, and the consequences of them will be what they will be : Why then should we desire to be deceived?
Page 245 - A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.] KING. What dost thou mean by this? HAM. Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. KING. Where is Polonius? HAM. In heaven; send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i
Page 245 - Your worm is your only emperor for diet : we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots : your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, — two dishes, but to one table : that's the end.
Page 30 - For though thy people Israel be as the sand of the sea, only a remnant of them shall return : a consumption is determined, overflowing with righteousness.

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