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Oratorical Declamation
An oratorical declamation is a term used to describe the redelivery of a famous speech. Among the famous oratorical declamation pieces are “Shylock’s Defense” by William Shakespeare and “Dirty Hands” by John P. Delaney.
978 Questions
Can you read me a declamation piece entitled vengeance is not ours it's God's?
Vengeance is not our's...it's God's
Alms… alms…alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Why are you staring at me? With my eyes I cannot see but I know that you are all staring at me. Why are you whispering to one another? Why? Do you know my mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me five years ago?
Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can still remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed.
Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. Did the cruel Nippon's discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father's side pleading. "Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you," I pulled my father's arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.
The door went "bang" and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. "Are you Captain Luis Santos?" roared the ugliest of them all. "Yes," said my father. "You are under arrest," said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us. Father was not given a chance to bid us goodbye.
We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw group of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating,
Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, "Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . .Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . ." we ran towards the direction of the voice, but it was too late. We saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. Oh, it was terrible. He had been badly beaten before he died. . . . and I cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! Everything went black. The next thing I knew I was nursing my poor invalid mother.
One day, we heard the church bell ringing "ding-dong, ding-dong!" It was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but I could not leave my invalid mother, I tried to show her the way to the hide-out.
Suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. "Boom, boom, boom, boom!" Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered into pieces. I took her gently in my arms and cried, "I'll have vengeance, vengeance!" "No, Oscar. Vengeance, it's God's," said mother.
But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. "Vengeance is mine not the Lord's". "No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, it's God's" these were the words from my mother before she died.
Mother was dead and I was blind. Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is divine but vengeance is sweeter. That was five years ago, five years. . . .
Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Vengeance is not ours, it's God's. . . . It's. . . . God's. . It's…
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Examples of best declamation in the world?
1st: Bad girl 2nd: Lost Girl 3rd: Murderess 4th: Am i to be blame 5th: I killed him because I love him
Can you give me a simple declamation piece for my grade one son?
Oh Captain My Captain - just search this one :)
What is the text of the Vengeance is Not Ours It's God's declamation piece?
VENGEANCE IS NOT OURS, IT'S GOD'S
Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy.
I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged.
Why are you staring at me?
With my eyes I cannot see but I know that you are all staring at me. Why are you whispering to one another? Why? Do you know my mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me five years ago?
Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can still remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed.
Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. Did the cruel Nippon's discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father's side pleading. "Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you," I pulled my father's arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.
The door went "bang" and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. "Are you Captain Luis Santos?" roared the ugliest of them all. "Yes," said my father. "You are under arrest," said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us. Father was not given a chance to bid us goodbye.
We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw group of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating,
Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, "Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . ." we ran towards the direction of the voice, but it was too late. We saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. Oh, it was terrible. He had been badly beaten before he died. . . . and I cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! Everything went black. The next thing I knew I was nursing my poor invalid mother.
One day, we heard the church bell ringing "ding-dong, ding-dong!" It was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but I could not leave my invalid mother, I tried to show her the way to the hide-out.
Suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. "Boom, boom, boom, boom!" Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered into pieces. I took her gently in my arms and cried, "I'll have vengeance, vengeance!" "No, Oscar. Vengeance, it's God's," said mother.
But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. "Vengeance is mine not the Lord's". "No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, it's God's" these were the words from my mother before she died.
Mother was dead and I was blind. Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is divine but vengeance is sweeter.
That was five years ago, five years. . . .
Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Vengeance is not ours, it's God's. . . . It's. . . . God's. . It's...
What is the declamation piece entitled I stowed away?
--- Here is one version (there is a substitution for "daughter", and "Landa"):
I Stowed Away
You say I'm disobedient,ungrateful. You laugh at me, despise me, pity me,
ridicule me. You say I'm a rejected child. Say what you want against me. But do you really know why I became this way? Do you? It's not because I'm disobedient, ungrateful. No, no, no! I repeat, a hundred times,no!
I ran away from home. How could a child of my age run away from home? Yes,it robbed me of my right to do good in this society. My potential to do good has been wasted...a waste of talent, a waste of intelligence...but believe me, I'm not ungrateful. Neither am I disobedient. I am what I am today because...No, listen to my story first:
Mother passed away when I was five. I was her only child. It didn't take a year when father brought home a woman who later turned out to be my stepmother. A few months later, Father fell seriously ill. He had been bedridden for years without end. He used up all the family savings for hospitalization and medicine. It was my stepmother's turn to feed and clothe us. She was the boss in the house.
Everytime I made a petty mistake, Stepmother would make a big fuss out of it. She would shout at me. She would berate me. Oftentimes, she abused me.
I know father was not happy about the whole thing, but he could not do anything.
Most of the time, I was left to do the dirty work at home, while my two half-brothers could play as conveniently as they wished. Everytime they had their meals, Stepmother would ask me to wait on them. It was only when they had their fill that she would allow me to feed my father. I was the last one to eat of whatever leftover they had.
My father was aware of what was happening but could not say anything for me. My stepmother deprived me of joys, comfort, and love which my half-brothers enjoyed very lavishly.
I tried to excel at school. It was in school where I felt I belonged. My teacher gave the warmth which I never felt from my stepmother. My classmates were all good to me. I was their leader. I thought mother's indifference would turn to love if I brought her honor. But it wasn't so. The more she hated me because my half-brothers didn't fare well in school.
Now I have finished my elementary school and I'm on top of my class. We were told to bring our parents to attend our graduation day. Father couldn't go, of course! That morning, I heard my father talking to my stepmother.
"Laura, your (son) is graduating tonight. Please attend the graduation for me. Let us just this once make (him) happy." Stepmother shouted "I'm not going! I have no step-(son)! None, do you hear me? Didn't I tell you that before, didn't I?"
Then I heard a big thud! And my stepmother frantically shouted, "(Lando, Lando!) Water! Get some water, hurry!" I ran to the room with a glass of water and I saw her clutching Father's face. I felt his pulse. It wasn't beating any more. I knew he had left us forever. More than any time before, I felt all alone.
Throughout the wake, nothing bothered me. I was sad but no tears rolled down my cheeks. When Father was finally laid to rest, I made my decision. With just a bundle of clothes, I'm really at a loss as to where my feet would lead me.
But I know that for every step I take, God will always be with me. For haven't I suffered enough?
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Can you give me the shortest declamation piece?
the shortest one is oh captain my captain it's the shortest
Guilty or not guilty declamation?
A declamation of guilty or not guilty is the act of speaking innocence or not in a conviction. A person can admit to guilt or deny guilt although a judge decides the final verdict in a case.
Can you give me a declamation piece of I demand death?
My hands are wet with blood. They are crimsoned with the blood of aman I have just killed.
I have come here today to confess. I have committed murder, deliberate, premeditated murder. I have killed a man in cold blood. That man is my master.
I am here not to ask for pity but for justice. Simple, elementary justice. I am a tenant... My father was a tenant before me and so was his father before him. This misery is my inheritance and perhaps this will be my legacy to my children.
I have labored on a patch of land not mine. But I have learned to love that land, for it is the only thing that lies between me and complete destitution.
It is the only world that I have learned to cherish. And somewhere on that land I have managed to build what is now the dilapidated nipa shack that has been home to me.
I have but a few world possessions, mostly rags. My debts are heavy. They are sum total of my ignorance and the inspired arithmetic of my master, which I do not understand.
I labor like a slave and out of the fruits of that labor I get but a mere pittance for a share. And I have to stretch that mere pittance to keep myself and my family alive.
My poverty has reduced me to the bare necessities of life. And the constant fear of rejection from the land has made me totally subservient to my master. You tell me that under the constitution, I am a free man-free to do what I believe is just, free to do what I think is right, and free to worship God according to the dictate of my conscience. But I do not understand the meaning of all these for I have never known freedom. I have always obeyed the wishes of my master out of fear. I have always regarded myself as no better than a slave to the man who owns the land on which I live. I do not ask you to forgive me nor to mitigate my crime. I have taken the law into my own hands, and I must pay for it in atonement.
But kill this system. Kill this system and you kill despotism. Kill this system and you kill slavery. Kill this despotism and you set the human soul to liberty and freedom. Kill this slavery and you release the human spirit into happiness and contentment. For the cause of human liberty, of human happiness and contentment, thousands and even millions have died and will continue to die.
Mine is only one life. Take me if you must but let it be a sacrifice to the cause which countless others have been given before and will be given again and again, until the oppressive economic system has completely perished, until the sons of toil have been liberated from enslavement, and until man has been fully restored to decency and self respect.
You tell me of the right to life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness. But I have known no rights, only obligations; I have known no happiness; only despair in the encumbered existence that has always been my lot.
My dear friend, I am a peace-loving citizen. I have nothing but love for my fellowmen. And yet, why did I kill this man? It is because he was the symbol of an economic system which has made him and me what we are: He, a master, and I, a slave.
Out of a deliberate design I killed him because I could no longer stand this life of constant fear and being a servant. I could no longer suffer the thought of being perpetually a slave.
I committed the murder as an abject lesson. I want to blow that spelled the death of my master to be a death blow to the institution of the economic slavery which shamelessly exists in the bright sunlight of freedom that is guaranteed by the constitution to every man. My dear friend: I do anguish from the weak and helpless and has laid upon the back of the ignorant labor burdens that are too heavy to be borne, I demand death!
To this callous system of exploitation that has tightened the fetters of perpetual bondage in the hands of thousands, and has killed the spirit of freedom in the hearts of men, I demand death.
To this oppression that has denied liberty to the free and unbounded children of God, I DEMAND DEATH!
Can you give a copy of the declamation piece entitled Juvenile Delinquent?
Am I a juvenile delinquent? I'm a teenager, I'm young, young at heart in mind. In thisposition, I'm carefree, I enjoy doing nothing but to drink the wine of pleasure. I seldom go to school, nobody cares!. But instead you can see me roaming around. Standing at the nearby canto (street). Or else standing beside a jukebox stand playing the nerve tickling bugaloo.Those are the reasons, why people, you branded me delinquent, a juvenile delinquent.
My parents ignored me, my teachers sneered at me and my friends, they neglected me. One night I asked my mother to teach me how to appreciate the values in life. Would you care what she told me? "Stop bothering me! Can't you see? I had to dress up for my mahjong session, some other time my child". I turned to my father to console me, but, what a wonderful thing he told me. "Child, here's 500 bucks, get it and enjou yourself, go and ask your teachers that question".
And in school, I heard nothing but the echoes of the voices of my teachers torturing me with these words. "Why waste your time in studying, you can't even divide 100 by 5! Go home and plant sweet potatoes".
I may have the looks of Audrey Hepburn, the calmly voice of Nathalie Cole. But that's not what you can see in me. Here's a young girl who needs counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strenghten her life into contentment.
Honorable judge, friends and teachers…is this the girl whom you commented a juvenile delinquent?.
Can you give me a copy of the land of bandage land of the free speech?
i am a filiino inherritor of a glorius past hostage to tanga kau..FUKERZ..
Can you give me a full declamation piece i demand death?
My hands are wet with blood. They are crimsoned with the blood of a man I have just killed.
I have come here today to confess. I have committed murder, deliberate, premeditated murder. I have killed a man in cold blood. That man is my master.
I am here not to ask for pity but for justice. Simple, elementary justice. I am a tenant… My father was a tenant before me and so was his father before him. This misery is my inheritance and perhaps this will be my legacy to my children.
I have labored on a patch of land not mine. But I have learned to love that land, for it is the only thing that lies between me and complete destitution.
It is the only world that I have learned to cherish. And somewhere on that land I have managed to build what is now the dilapidated nipa shack that has been home to me.
I have but a few world possessions, mostly rags. My debts are heavy. They are sum total of my ignorance and the inspired arithmetic of my master, which I do not understand.
I labor like a slave and out of the fruits of that labor I get but a mere pittance for a share. And I have to stretch that mere pittance to keep myself and my family alive.
My poverty has reduced me to the bare necessities of life. And the constant fear of rejection from the land has made me totally subservient to my master. You tell me that under the constitution, I am a free man-free to do what I believe is just, free to do what I think is right, and free to worship God according to the dictate of my conscience. But I do not understand the meaning of all these for I have never known freedom. I have always obeyed the wishes of my master out of fear. I have always regarded myself as no better than a slave to the man who owns the land on which I live. I do not ask you to forgive me nor to mitigate my crime. I have taken the law into my own hands, and I must pay for it in atonement.
But kill this system. Kill this system and you kill despotism. Kill this system and you kill slavery. Kill this despotism and you set the human soul to liberty and freedom. Kill this slavery and you release the human spirit into happiness and contentment. For the cause of human liberty, of human happiness and contentment, thousands and even millions have died and will continue to die.
Mine is only one life. Take me if you must but let it be a sacrifice to the cause which countless others have been given before and will be given again and again, until the oppressive economic system has completely perished, until the sons of toil have been liberated from enslavement, and until man has been fully restored to decency and self respect.
You tell me of the right to life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness. But I have known no rights, only obligations; I have known no happiness; only despair in the encumbered existence that has always been my lot.
My dear friend, I am a peace-loving citizen. I have nothing but love for my fellowmen. And yet, why did I kill this man? It is because he was the symbol of an economic system which has made him and me what we are: He, a master, and I, a slave.
Out of a deliberate design I killed him because I could no longer stand this life of constant fear and being a servant. I could no longer suffer the thought of being perpetually a slave.
I committed the murder as an abject lesson. I want to blow that spelled the death of my master to be a death blow to the institution of the economic slavery which shamelessly exists in the bright sunlight of freedom that is guaranteed by the constitution to every man. My dear friend: I do anguish from the weak and helpless and has laid upon the back of the ignorant labor burdens that are too heavy to be borne, I demand death!
To this callous system of exploitation that has tightened the fetters of perpetual bondage in the hands of thousands, and has killed the spirit of freedom in the hearts of men, I demand death.
To this oppression that has denied liberty to the free and unbounded children of God, I DEMAND DEATH!
Can you give me an example of declamation piece about family?
A declamation piece is a memorized speech given by someone, using words written by someone else. A example of declamation piece about family could be a speech about ancestors that a family member has written down. It may mention places of origin of the family, a family tree, and a breakdown of marriages and births in the family.
Can you give the Wounded dignity declamation piece by nocielta garcia?
I have a copy of the piece. Why?
I Demand Death is a declamation piece. There is a full copy by Jocelle Suarez that is available for viewing on YouTube.
Disadvantage of oral communication?
Oral communication, as compared to written communication, does not necessarily leave any record (although it may, if it is taped, and subsequently posted on youtube). Most things that are said leave no record, and although people may remember what was said, the memory may not be accurate, and in any event can be forgotten.
What are some examples of short declamations?
im finding some too but i found 1 try this i am filipino ..
im finding some too but i found 1 try this i am filipino ..
Can you give me a copy of the declamation piece of i demand death?
my hands are wet with blood. they are crimsoned with the blood of a man i have just killed.
i have come here today to confess. i have committed murder, deliberate, premeditated murder. I have just killed a man in cold blood. that man is my master.
i am here not to ask for pity but for justice,simple,elementary justice.i am a tenant my father was a tenant before me and so was his father before him.this misery is my inheritance and perhaps this will be my legacy to my children. i have labored on a patch of land not mine,but i have learned to love that land for it is the only thing that lies between me and complete destitution.it is the only world i have learned to cherish.and somewhere on that land i have managed to build what is now the delapidated nipa shack that has been home to me.i have but a few worldly possesion mostly rags.my debts are heavy.they are the sum total of my ignorance and inspired arithmetic of my master which i do not understand.i labor like a slave ,and out of the fruits of that labor i get but a mere pittance for a share.and i have to stretch that mere pittance just ot keep myself and my family alive. sorry that's all i know but ill try to memorize it somehow..........just wait ok
Declamation piece of the visit?
"The Visit" is a play by Friedrich Dürrenmatt that explores themes of vengeance and justice. A declamation piece from this play could be a monologue by the character Claire Zachanassian, expressing her desire for revenge against the town that wronged her. This monologue would showcase the character's determination and the moral dilemmas faced by the townspeople.
Can you give me the full part of the oration piece Tyranny of False Values?
The Tyranny Of False Virtues (Unknown)
I am the youth of the land. I am told that I am fickle and playful, that I am soft and easygoing. I am accused of being naughty and proud and distrustful, of not having the right attitude, my leaders tell me they do not know where this country is headed for, that they wonder with gloomy sense of foreboding what I shall do with this land when it is left to me as my heritage, when it is willed to me as my own.
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I am the youth of the land. I do not stand before you to whitewash my errors. I admit that the accusations hurled against me are in great part true. But in all justice, in all fairness, in all deference to truth, do not hold me entirely accountable for my failings, do not overburden me with the sins of the world, do not crucify me to a cross I do not fashion.
I may be young, I may be inexperienced - but I am not blind. I can see the future with a certainty that I alone can feel, for I feel it in my blood.
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And I see my leaders, who have built a towering mansion of state on sand. And the sand shifts and the towering mansion falls. Not a pillar stands, for all is ruined. And wandering among the shambles in that mass of ruins, I stumble upon the monuments of upturned graves of my leaders. And my soul is black with resentment and I curse them with a hatred that only youth can possess, as I stare at the bleak sky and swear: May you memory be damned by my destiny! And the picture comes vaguer, and more fearful in it vagueness, as it comes closer and grows more terrifying in its certainty. And I am alone and helpless in my youth, and I reach forth for a hand t guide me. And what I ask is so little.
Give me leaders who shall devote themselves no longer to a privileged minority but to the cause of the underprivileged majority.
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Give me leaders who shall lead lives fraught with hardships and sacrifice, who shall demand of themselves before they demand of me.
Give me leaders who shall have successors tempered in the crucible of merit.
Give me leaders and theirs is my mind to mould. Give me leaders and theirs is my blood to shed. Give me leaders and theirs is my will to command. Give me leaders and theirs is my destiny to shape. Give me leaders - and I shall follow them to the end of the earth. !!!
>:DD
Can you give me the tyranny of false value declamation piece?
Tyranny of false values
By Gonzalo Gonzales
I am the youth of the land
I am told that I am inconstant and frivolous
I am accused of being supercilious and cynical
that I do not have the right attitude
and since I do not have the right attitude,
my leaders tell me that they do not know where this country is headed for
that they wander with a gloomy sense of foreboding
What shall I do with this land?
When it is left to me as my heritage?
When it is willed to me as my own?
I am the youth of the land.
I am cynical.
I do not have the right attitude.
But looking around me, I see a wooden platform..
Gaily bedecked with red, white, and blue of my country
The band plays the national anthem
My heart swells with pride as do the hearts of the Filipino
shoving and crowding as far as the eye can see
The speaker rises-the tumult and clamor dies, he begins
"fellow countrymen, we should support militant filipinism, we should hold all things Filipino, we should patronize home industry"
I, the youth of the land, am impressed
I, the youth of the land, glow with patriotic fervor
I, the youth of the land, am convinced, almost.
For I, with irrepressible curiosity of the youth,
look up and see that the speaker is a filipino like myself
-more than that, he is my leader..
And he is wearing a hat from Italy, shirt from New York, trousers from the finest wool of England, shoes from Great Britain, Jewelry from France and perhaps, underwear from Japan?
I, the youth of the land, am disappointed
but my leaders say that I am cynical
and my leaders know whereof they speak..
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that's all I've memorized, so far XD
-smvc :P
IV-Kelvin
Mangaldan National High School
