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 páginas |
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... Twas well said of thee , Trim , said my uncle Toby . But when a soldier , said I , an't please your reverence , has been standing for twelve hours together , in the trenches , up to his knees in cold water - or engaged , said I , for ...
... Twas well said of thee , Trim , said my uncle Toby . But when a soldier , said I , an't please your reverence , has been standing for twelve hours together , in the trenches , up to his knees in cold water - or engaged , said I , for ...
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... Twas built with turrets on a rising ground ;. And. strong. and. large. ,. and. unimprov'd. around. ;. Its owner's temper , tim'rous and severe , Unkind and griping , caus'd a desert there . As near the miser's heavy doors they drew , Fierce ...
... Twas built with turrets on a rising ground ;. And. strong. and. large. ,. and. unimprov'd. around. ;. Its owner's temper , tim'rous and severe , Unkind and griping , caus'd a desert there . As near the miser's heavy doors they drew , Fierce ...
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... Twas then his threshhold first receiv'd a guest ; ) Slow creaking turns the door , with jealous care , And half he welcomes in the shiv'ring pair . One frugal faggot lights the naked walls , And nature's fervor through their limbs ...
... Twas then his threshhold first receiv'd a guest ; ) Slow creaking turns the door , with jealous care , And half he welcomes in the shiv'ring pair . One frugal faggot lights the naked walls , And nature's fervor through their limbs ...
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... twas my ministry to deal the blow . The poor fond parent humbled in the dust , Now owns , in tears , the punishment was just . But how had all his fortune felt a wreck , Had that false servant sped in safety back !. This night his ...
... twas my ministry to deal the blow . The poor fond parent humbled in the dust , Now owns , in tears , the punishment was just . But how had all his fortune felt a wreck , Had that false servant sped in safety back !. This night his ...
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... Twas e'en to thee ) yet the dread path once trod , Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high , And bids the " pure in heart behold their God . " X. -Extract. from. the. Temple. of. Fame . -. POPE . ROUND these wonders as I cast a look ,. A.
... Twas e'en to thee ) yet the dread path once trod , Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high , And bids the " pure in heart behold their God . " X. -Extract. from. the. Temple. of. Fame . -. POPE . ROUND these wonders as I cast a look ,. A.
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Página 366 - 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.
Página 350 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Página 236 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 362 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Página 261 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes ! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums ! Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Página 359 - tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune ; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die ; — to sleep : — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this...
Página 249 - Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
Página 367 - 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. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Página 342 - Why, well : Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Página 351 - Suit the action to the word, the word to the action: with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form, and pressure.