The American Speaker; Being a Collection of Pieces in Prose, Poetry, and Dialogue. Designed for Exercises in Declamation, or for Occasional Reading in Schools

The American Speaker; Being a Collection of Pieces in Prose, Poetry, and Dialogue. Designed for Exercises in Declamation, or for Occasional Reading in Schools

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1856 edition. Excerpt: ... lurking treason forth to light, Which long had festered in the heart of Rome, And saved his country from her threatened doom. Nor to the senate or the bar confined;--The pulpit shows its influence o'er the mind; Such glorious deeds can eloquence achieve; Such fame, such deathless laurels, it can give. Then say not this, our weak attempt, is vain, For frequent practice will perfection gain; The fear to speak in public it destroys, And drives away the bashfulness of boys. EXERCISE VIII. CLEON AND I. Cleon hath a million acres--Ne'er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace--In a cottage, I; Cleon hath a dozen fortunes--Not a penny, I; But the poorer of the twain is. Cleon, and not I. Cleon, true, possesseth acres, But the landscape, I; Half the charms to me it yieldeth Money cannot buy; Cleon harbors sloth and dulness, Freshening vigor, I; He in velvet, I in fustian, --Richer man am I. Cleon is a slave to grandeur--Free as thought am I; Cleon fees a score of doctors-Need of none haj I; Wealth surrounded, care-environed, Cleon fears to die; Death may come, he 'll find me ready, --Happier man am I. Cleon sees no charms in Nature--In a daisy, I; Cleon hears no anthem ringing In the sea and sky; Nature sings to me forever--Earnest listener, I; State for state, with all attendants, Who would change?--Not I. EXERCISE IX. THE FAMILY MEETING. We are all here! Father, Mother, Sister, Brother, All who hold each other dear. Each chair is filled--we 're all at home To-night let no cold stranger come; It is not often thus around Our old familiar hearth we 're found; Bless, then, the meeting and the spot; For once be every care forgot; Let gentle Peace assert her power, And kind Affection rule the hour; We 're all--all here. We 're not all here! Some are...show more

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  • Paperback | 82 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 163g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236486390
  • 9781236486394