How to Develop Power and Personality in SpeakingFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1908 - 422 pages |
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... leave the sermon to the printed page . What is needed is the message and the man , or truth conveyed through personality . The qualities of a truly great personality are many . Among them are faith , personal piety , unselfishness ...
... leave the sermon to the printed page . What is needed is the message and the man , or truth conveyed through personality . The qualities of a truly great personality are many . Among them are faith , personal piety , unselfishness ...
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... leaves above were stirred , But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard . Fast silent tears were flowing , When something stood behind ; A hand was on my shoulder : I knew its touch was kind . It drew me nearer , nearer ...
... leaves above were stirred , But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard . Fast silent tears were flowing , When something stood behind ; A hand was on my shoulder : I knew its touch was kind . It drew me nearer , nearer ...
Page 53
... leaves the storm , Tho round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . And e'en the story ran that he could gauge . In arguing , too , the parson owned his skill , For , e'en tho vanquished , he ...
... leaves the storm , Tho round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . And e'en the story ran that he could gauge . In arguing , too , the parson owned his skill , For , e'en tho vanquished , he ...
Page 88
... Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood : A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with instinct more divine ; Type of the wise , who soar , but never roam ; True to the kindred ...
... Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood : A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with instinct more divine ; Type of the wise , who soar , but never roam ; True to the kindred ...
Page 89
... leaves of him- self travels down the ages , does he select and gather together his natural associates and lovers : and shall he never hear the chorus of that great company , or know of that life which began for him when life had ended ...
... leaves of him- self travels down the ages , does he select and gather together his natural associates and lovers : and shall he never hear the chorus of that great company , or know of that life which began for him when life had ended ...
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Page 378 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 113 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by From this day to the ending of the world But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition...
Page 109 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Page 390 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 382 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 412 - Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Page 43 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 174 - But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do : for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. Be not ye therefore like unto them ; for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of before ye ask Him.
Page 53 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 47 - Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels) In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright, At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.