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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... leaving them in this point entirely to nature . It is happy , however , that they do not leave that action to nature , which is ac- quired by dancing ; the deportment of their pupils , would soon convince them , they were imposed on by ...
... leaving them in this point entirely to nature . It is happy , however , that they do not leave that action to nature , which is ac- quired by dancing ; the deportment of their pupils , would soon convince them , they were imposed on by ...
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... leaving him at full lib- erty to follow his own understanding and feelings . The most common faults respecting emphasis are lay- ing so strong an emphasis on one word as to leave no power of giving a particular force to other words ...
... leaving him at full lib- erty to follow his own understanding and feelings . The most common faults respecting emphasis are lay- ing so strong an emphasis on one word as to leave no power of giving a particular force to other words ...
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... leave no impres- sion . The most profitable revenge , the most rational , and the most pleasant , is to make it the interest of the inju- rious person , not to hurt you a second time . It was a saying of Socrates , that we should eat ...
... leave no impres- sion . The most profitable revenge , the most rational , and the most pleasant , is to make it the interest of the inju- rious person , not to hurt you a second time . It was a saying of Socrates , that we should eat ...
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... leaves a man at ease , by pretending to little , whereas vain glory requires perpetual labor , to appear what one If we have sense , modesty best sets it off ; if not , best hides the want . is not . When , even in the heat of dispute ...
... leaves a man at ease , by pretending to little , whereas vain glory requires perpetual labor , to appear what one If we have sense , modesty best sets it off ; if not , best hides the want . is not . When , even in the heat of dispute ...
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... leave with thee a piece of advice , which may be of service to thee here- after , if thou shouldst have the good fortune to make thy escape : Never venture into a well again , before thou hast well considered how to get out of it . VII ...
... leave with thee a piece of advice , which may be of service to thee here- after , if thou shouldst have the good fortune to make thy escape : Never venture into a well again , before thou hast well considered how to get out of it . VII ...
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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...