How to Develop Power and Personality in SpeakingFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1908 - 422 pages |
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... sweet , so sparkling , so buoyant , so cheerful , hopeful , courageous , conscientious and yet not stubborn , so perfectly benevolent and yet not mawkish or sentimental ; blossoming in every- thing that is good , a rebuke to everything ...
... sweet , so sparkling , so buoyant , so cheerful , hopeful , courageous , conscientious and yet not stubborn , so perfectly benevolent and yet not mawkish or sentimental ; blossoming in every- thing that is good , a rebuke to everything ...
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... sweet Vision I saw ; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again . Methought from the battle - field's dreadful array Far , far , I had roam'd on a desolate track : " Twas autumn - and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my ...
... sweet Vision I saw ; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again . Methought from the battle - field's dreadful array Far , far , I had roam'd on a desolate track : " Twas autumn - and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my ...
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... sweet strain that the corn - reapers sung . Then pledged we the wine - cup , and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little one kiss'd me a thousand times o'er , And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness ...
... sweet strain that the corn - reapers sung . Then pledged we the wine - cup , and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little one kiss'd me a thousand times o'er , And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness ...
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... sweet thief which sourly robs from me . " Sonnets . " SHAKESPEARE . 6. Let us pass directly into the soul's history , and catch from what transpires in its first indications the sign or promise of what it is to become . In its beginning ...
... sweet thief which sourly robs from me . " Sonnets . " SHAKESPEARE . 6. Let us pass directly into the soul's history , and catch from what transpires in its first indications the sign or promise of what it is to become . In its beginning ...
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... sweet with the breath of the pine , the balm of Gilead , and the new hay . Night brings no gloom to the heart with its welcome shade . Through the transparent dark- ness the stars pour their almost spiritual rays . Man under them seems ...
... sweet with the breath of the pine , the balm of Gilead , and the new hay . Night brings no gloom to the heart with its welcome shade . Through the transparent dark- ness the stars pour their almost spiritual rays . Man under them seems ...
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Apollyon arms audience beautiful bells body breath Capt chest child Christ Christian dead death earth English eternal exercise expression faith father fear feeling fire forever give glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven heigh-ho Henry Ward Beecher honor hope human Inhale Jack James Martineau John Henry Newman JOHN MILTON king L. A. BANKS Lady Hamilton laws light lips live look Lord loud Lyman Abbott Macedon master memory mental mind mouth nature ness never Newman night o'er peace Phillips Brooks practise pray prayer preacher preaching public speaker relax resonance Scrooge sermon silent smile soul sound speak speech spirit stand stars style sweet swell tell thee things thou thought thousand throat throne tion tone truth turn unto voice Wendell Phillips WILLIAM WORDSWORTH words write
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Page 417 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
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 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 26 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 109 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Page 369 - 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!
Page 47 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Page 398 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 415 - WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.
Page 389 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?