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 21
... rise even to mediocrity ; while the few who have a tendency to rank , are very easily reclaimed , and ought to be treated , in pronunciation and action , as Quintillian advises us to do , in composition ; that is , we should rather ...
... rise even to mediocrity ; while the few who have a tendency to rank , are very easily reclaimed , and ought to be treated , in pronunciation and action , as Quintillian advises us to do , in composition ; that is , we should rather ...
Pagina 39
... rise , like an exhalation through the solid earth . Then he begins to rock from side to side , or backward and forward , like an aged pine on the side of an hill , when a brisk wind blows . The hands OF GESTURE . 39 .
... rise , like an exhalation through the solid earth . Then he begins to rock from side to side , or backward and forward , like an aged pine on the side of an hill , when a brisk wind blows . The hands OF GESTURE . 39 .
Pagina 90
... rise into the admiration of what is great ; glow with the love of what is fair and excellent ; and melt at the discovery of tenderness and goodness , Where can ; any object be found so proper to kindle these affections 90 [ PART I ...
... rise into the admiration of what is great ; glow with the love of what is fair and excellent ; and melt at the discovery of tenderness and goodness , Where can ; any object be found so proper to kindle these affections 90 [ PART I ...
Pagina 123
... rise and go to bed when I please , dine at his own table or in my chamber , as I think fit , sit still and say nothing , without bidding me be merry . When the gentlemen of the country come to see him , he only shews me at a distance ...
... rise and go to bed when I please , dine at his own table or in my chamber , as I think fit , sit still and say nothing , without bidding me be merry . When the gentlemen of the country come to see him , he only shews me at a distance ...
Pagina 129
... rise round , piercing the clouds , in shapes as spiry and fantastic as the very rocks of Dovedale . To this I must add the frequent and bold projections of the cliffs into the lake , forming noble bays and promontories : In other parts ...
... rise round , piercing the clouds , in shapes as spiry and fantastic as the very rocks of Dovedale . To this I must add the frequent and bold projections of the cliffs into the lake , forming noble bays and promontories : In other parts ...
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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...