Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingHill and Moore, 1820 - 384 sidor |
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... king Alfred , 7. Awkwardness in company , 8. Virtue man's highest interest , 9. On the pleasure arising from objects of sight , 10. Liberty and slavery , Goldsmith , 197 Hume , 202 Chesterfield . 203 Harris . 204 Spectator , 205 Sterne ...
... king Alfred , 7. Awkwardness in company , 8. Virtue man's highest interest , 9. On the pleasure arising from objects of sight , 10. Liberty and slavery , Goldsmith , 197 Hume , 202 Chesterfield . 203 Harris . 204 Spectator , 205 Sterne ...
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... Kings xviii , and Isa . xliv .. it is not , therefore , beneath the dignity of the pulpit or- ator , occasionally to use it , in the cause of virtue , by exhibiting vice in a ludicrous appearance . Nor should I think railery unworthy ...
... Kings xviii , and Isa . xliv .. it is not , therefore , beneath the dignity of the pulpit or- ator , occasionally to use it , in the cause of virtue , by exhibiting vice in a ludicrous appearance . Nor should I think railery unworthy ...
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... , not for his furniture . We prize a man for his sumptuous palace , his great train , his vast revenue ; yet these are his fur- niture , not his mind . The true conveniences of life are common to the king 58 % [ PART I. LESSONS.
... , not for his furniture . We prize a man for his sumptuous palace , his great train , his vast revenue ; yet these are his fur- niture , not his mind . The true conveniences of life are common to the king 58 % [ PART I. LESSONS.
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... king with his meanest subject . The king's sleep is not sweeter , nor his appetite better . The pomp which distinguishes the great man from the mob , defends him not from the fever , nor from grief . Give a prince all the names of ...
... king with his meanest subject . The king's sleep is not sweeter , nor his appetite better . The pomp which distinguishes the great man from the mob , defends him not from the fever , nor from grief . Give a prince all the names of ...
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... king of terrors , was determined to choose a prime minister ; and his pale courtiers , the ghastly train of diseases , were all summoned to attend ; when each preferred his claim to the honor of this il- lustrious office . Fever urged ...
... king of terrors , was determined to choose a prime minister ; and his pale courtiers , the ghastly train of diseases , were all summoned to attend ; when each preferred his claim to the honor of this il- lustrious office . Fever urged ...
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Sida 349 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble...
Sida 230 - Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous Moon.
Sida 374 - 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 ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Sida 373 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Sida 356 - Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces!
Sida 366 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...
Sida 231 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Sida 254 - Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Sida 262 - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...
Sida 363 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...