Outline of Elocution and Comprehensive Manual of Principles - Softcover

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. 1885. Excerpt: ... One loved me for two,--would be with me erelong; And, " Viva VItalia! he died for,--our saint,--Who forbids our complaint." My Nanni would add: he was safe, and aware Of a presence that turned off the balls,--was impressed It was Guido himself, who knew what I could bear, And how 't was impossible, quite dispossessed, To live on for the rest. On which, without pause, up the telegraph line Swept smoothly the next news from Gaeta:--Shot. Tell his mother. Ah, ah, "his," "their" mother, not "mine;" No voice says " My mother" again to me. What! You think Guido forgot? Are souls straight so happy that, dizzy with Heaven, They drop earth's affections, conceive not of woe? I think not. Themselves were too lately forgiven Through that Love and Sorrow which reconciled so The above and Below. O Christ of the seven wounds, who look'dst through the dark To the face of thy Mother! consider, I pray, How we common mothers stand desolate, mark Whose sons, not being Christs, die with eyes turned away, And no last word to say. Both boys dead? but that's out of nature. We all Have been patriots, yet each house must always keep one. 'T were imbecile, hewing out roads to a wall; And, when Italy's made, for what end is it done If we have not a son? Ah, ah, ah! when Gaeta 's taken, what then? When the fair wicked queen sits no more at her sport Of the fire-balls of death, crashing souls out of men? When the guns of Cavalli, with final retort, Have cut the game short? When Venice and Rome keep their new jubilee, When your flag takes all heaven for its white, green, and red, When you have a country from mountain to sea, And King Victor has Italy's crown on his head,--And I have my dead,--What then? Do not mock me. Ah, ring your bells low, And burn your lights faintly! My country i...