The Speaker; Or, Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers, Disposed Under Proper Heads for the Improvement of Youth, in Reading and Speaking. To which are Prefixed Two Essays: I. On Elocution. II. On Reading Works of TasteW. Clowes, 1827 - 346 páginas |
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... light up glory through her wide domain ; Their various tastes in diff'rent arts display'd , Like temper'd harmony of lignt and shade , With friendly union in one mass shall blend , And this adorn the state , and that defend . I am ...
... light up glory through her wide domain ; Their various tastes in diff'rent arts display'd , Like temper'd harmony of lignt and shade , With friendly union in one mass shall blend , And this adorn the state , and that defend . I am ...
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... light that is IN thee be darkness , how great is THAT darkness ! In order to acquire a habit of speaking with a just and for- cible emphasis , nothing more is necessary , than previously to study the construction , meaning , and spirit ...
... light that is IN thee be darkness , how great is THAT darkness ! In order to acquire a habit of speaking with a just and for- cible emphasis , nothing more is necessary , than previously to study the construction , meaning , and spirit ...
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... light , than as a trial of skill , and a display of oratory . Hence the cha- racter of an Orator is often treated with ridicule , sometimes with contempt . We are pleased with the easy and graceful movements , which the true gentleman ...
... light , than as a trial of skill , and a display of oratory . Hence the cha- racter of an Orator is often treated with ridicule , sometimes with contempt . We are pleased with the easy and graceful movements , which the true gentleman ...
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... light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us , ' twere all alike As if we had them not . Spirits are not finely touch'd , But to fine issues : nor nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence , But ...
... light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us , ' twere all alike As if we had them not . Spirits are not finely touch'd , But to fine issues : nor nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence , But ...
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... light and dark- The one of them lived in Heaven , and the other in Hell . The youngest descendant of the first family was Plea- sure , who was the daughter of Happiness , who was the child of Virtue , who was the offspring of the Gods ...
... light and dark- The one of them lived in Heaven , and the other in Hell . The youngest descendant of the first family was Plea- sure , who was the daughter of Happiness , who was the child of Virtue , who was the offspring of the Gods ...
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Página 91 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 155 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious I slew him.
Página 229 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 248 - Or call up him that left half told The Story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Página 254 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners: But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Página 245 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, 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...
Página 242 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 244 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Página 335 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law.
Página 250 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.