The Hamilton Speaker, a Collection of New and Original Extracts, Especially Arranged and Adapted for Reading, Speaking, Recitation and Elocutionary Culture, for the Use of High Schools and Colleges: Carefully and Critically Comp. by Oliver E. Branch
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arms army banner battle BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG BATTLE OF WATERLOO battle-field beauty BENEDICT ARNOLD blood Bound in boards brave breath brow called character Charles Sumner clouds cried dark dead death dying earth echoes enemy England eyes face faith father field fire flag flowers forever France gleaming glory hand heard heart heaven hill honor hope horse hour human HYDER ALI IRISH FAMINE labor land liberty light lips living look morning mother Napoleon nation never night o'er oratory Osawatomie patriotism PEMBERTON MILL roar Robespierre roll Roman law rose Saladin shout silent soldiers song soul spirit stand STONEWALL JACKSON stood sublime sweet sword T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thought throb to-day TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE triumph ULALUME Union VICTOR HUGO victory voice waters waves wild words
Page 18 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Page 18 - Liberty first, and Union afterwards, — but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, — Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable," God grant it, — God grant it!
Page 17 - I have not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the Union, to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty when the bonds that unite us together shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion, to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below...
Page 52 - Mr. President, I shall enter on no encomium upon Massachusetts; she needs none. There she is. Behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history; the world knows it by heart The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hill; and there they will remain forever.
Page 52 - And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit.
Page 52 - Shoulder to shoulder they went through the Revolution; hand in hand they stood round the administration of Washington, and felt his own great arm lean on them for support. Unkind feeling, if it exist, alienation and distrust, are the growth, unnatural to such soils, of false principles since sown. They are weeds, the seeds of which that same great arm never scattered.
Page 90 - And star-dials pointed to morn, As the star-dials hinted of morn, At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn, Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
Page 63 - It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to...
Page 145 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 91 - Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried: "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here! — That I brought a dread burden down here — On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here? Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber — This misty mid region of Weir — Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, This ghoul-haunted...