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 pagini |
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Pagina 73
... dear Hercules , " says she , " I find you are very much divided in your thoughts , upon the way of life that you ought to choose ; be my friend , and follow me ; I will lead you into the possession of pleasure , and out of the reach of ...
... dear Hercules , " says she , " I find you are very much divided in your thoughts , upon the way of life that you ought to choose ; be my friend , and follow me ; I will lead you into the possession of pleasure , and out of the reach of ...
Pagina 75
... Dear Spec - I was about two nights ago in compa- ny with very agreeable young people , of both sexes , where talking of some of your papers , which are written on conjugal love , there arose a dispute among us , whether there were not ...
... Dear Spec - I was about two nights ago in compa- ny with very agreeable young people , of both sexes , where talking of some of your papers , which are written on conjugal love , there arose a dispute among us , whether there were not ...
Pagina 77
... dear pug , and found him to be her favorite monkey . A fourth brought a huge bale of cards along with her ; and the fifth a Bologna lapdog ; for her husband , it seems , being a very bulky man , she thought it would be less trouble for ...
... dear pug , and found him to be her favorite monkey . A fourth brought a huge bale of cards along with her ; and the fifth a Bologna lapdog ; for her husband , it seems , being a very bulky man , she thought it would be less trouble for ...
Pagina 78
... dear Spec , thine , sleeping and waking , WILL HONEYCOMB . " The ladies will see by this letter , what I have often told them , that Will is one of those old fashioned men of wit and pleasure of the town , who show their parts by ...
... dear Spec , thine , sleeping and waking , WILL HONEYCOMB . " The ladies will see by this letter , what I have often told them , that Will is one of those old fashioned men of wit and pleasure of the town , who show their parts by ...
Pagina 109
... dear to me in his old age as in his youth . I have been a mother , and very happy in my children , whom I endeavored to bring up in every thing that is good . My eldest son is blest by the poor , and beloved by every one that knows him ...
... dear to me in his old age as in his youth . I have been a mother , and very happy in my children , whom I endeavored to bring up in every thing that is good . My eldest son is blest by the poor , and beloved by every one that knows him ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...