Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingHill and Moore, 1820 - 407 páginas |
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... twas black as jet You stare - but sirs , I've got it yet , And can produce it . " " Pray sir , do : I'll lay my life the thing is blue , " " And I'll be sworn that when you've seen The reptile , you'll pronounce it green . " " Well then ...
... twas black as jet You stare - but sirs , I've got it yet , And can produce it . " " Pray sir , do : I'll lay my life the thing is blue , " " And I'll be sworn that when you've seen The reptile , you'll pronounce it green . " " Well then ...
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... Twas certain he could write and cypher too ; Lands he could measure , times and tides presage ; And e'en the story ran that he could guage . In arguing too the parson own'd his skill ; For , e'en though vanquish'd , he could argue still ...
... Twas certain he could write and cypher too ; Lands he could measure , times and tides presage ; And e'en the story ran that he could guage . In arguing too the parson own'd his skill ; For , e'en though vanquish'd , he could argue still ...
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... Twas friendship heightened by the mutual wish , Th ' enchanting hope and sympathetic glow Beam'd from the mutual eye . Devoting all To love , each was to each a dearer self ; Supremely happy in th ' awaken'd power Of giving joy . Alone ...
... Twas friendship heightened by the mutual wish , Th ' enchanting hope and sympathetic glow Beam'd from the mutual eye . Devoting all To love , each was to each a dearer self ; Supremely happy in th ' awaken'd power Of giving joy . Alone ...
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... twas all he wish'd ) -a friend . No farther seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they , alike , in trembling hope repose ) The bosom of his Father and his God . XI . - Scipio restoring the ...
... twas all he wish'd ) -a friend . No farther seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they , alike , in trembling hope repose ) The bosom of his Father and his God . XI . - Scipio restoring the ...
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... twas when he knew no better . " " Bless me ! a packet ! - ' Tis a stranger sues A virgin tragedy , an orphan muse . " If I dislike it- Furies , death and rage , " If I approve " Commend it to the stage . " There , thank my stars , my ...
... twas when he knew no better . " " Bless me ! a packet ! - ' Tis a stranger sues A virgin tragedy , an orphan muse . " If I dislike it- Furies , death and rage , " If I approve " Commend it to the stage . " There , thank my stars , my ...
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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.