The modern reader and speaker

Front Cover
M.H. Gill and Son, 1879 - Elocution - 544 pages

From inside the book

Contents

Sir James Mackintosh on the Liberty of the British Press
274
Mr Burke on Conciliating the Colonies
275
Mr Canning on the Slave Trade
278
Mr Sheridans Invective against Mr Hastings
279
Mr Lord Brougham on the State of the Law 13 Mr Patrick Henry on British Government in America 14 Contest between Mr Flood and Mr Grattan 1...
281
Sauls Address Byron 301 2 The Dying Chief
301
The Burial of Sir John Moore 4 The Destruction of Sennacherib 5 The Battle of Hohenlinden 6 Lord Ullins Daughter 7 The Soldiers Funeral 8 Casab...
302
Campbell
303
Mrs Maclean
305
Anonymous
306
Mrs Maclean
307
H Kirke White
308
Burns
309
Miss Jewsbury 314
314
Dr Trench
315
Moore
316
Mrs Hemans
317
Scott
318
Moir
319
Bryant
320
Mrs Norton
321
Rogers
322
Mrs Opie
323
Spencer
324
Wilson
325
Mrs Hemans
326
Mallet
327
Charlotte Elizabeth
328
A A Watts
329
330
330
Bryant
331
Croly
332
Mrs Maclean
333
Walter Scott 334 Mrs Hemans
334
Campbell
336
Dimond
337
Byron
338
Byron
363
Walter Scott
365
Moore
368
G Lewis
369
Cowper
370
Hood
371
Leigh Hunt 372 Eliza Cook
372
Eliza Ceok 373 Allan Cunningham
373
Mrs Maclean Byron
374
Carey
379
Rogers
380
Campbell
381
Thomson
382
Thomas Nimmo
383
Wolfe
385
Hogg
386
Mrs Hemans
387
Milton
388
Motherwell
389
R M Milnes 393 Printed in the prosaic form 78 The Ruined Cottage 79 The Prisoner of Chillon 80 Battle of Flodden Field and Death of Marmion Sc...
393
Shakspeare
394
Shakspeare
407
COMIC EXTRACTS
442
Anonymous
454
ADDITIONAL SELECTIONS
465
Longfellow Byron
473
Mackay
499
F Alexander
506
Massey
513
Leigh Hunt
523
Southey
527

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 77 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Page 132 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 311 - Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.' One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! ' She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 287 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone : it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest There is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains...
Page 358 - twas but the wind Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Page 131 - Flying from something that he dreads than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed...
Page 132 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 395 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Page 103 - From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.
Page 419 - 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; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!

Bibliographic information