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 من الصفحات |
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... Curiatii , 14. On the power of Custom , 15. On pedantry , 16. The journey of a day ; a picture of human life , 1. Description of the amphitheatre of Titus , 2. Reflections in Westminster abbey , Gibbon , 153 Spectator , 154 3. The ...
... Curiatii , 14. On the power of Custom , 15. On pedantry , 16. The journey of a day ; a picture of human life , 1. Description of the amphitheatre of Titus , 2. Reflections in Westminster abbey , Gibbon , 153 Spectator , 154 3. The ...
الصفحة 141
... Curiatii . -LIVY . THE combat of the Horatii and Curiatii is painted in a very natural and animated manner by Livy . The cause was this . The inhabitants of Alba and Rome , rous- ed by ambition and mutual complaints , took the field ...
... Curiatii . -LIVY . THE combat of the Horatii and Curiatii is painted in a very natural and animated manner by Livy . The cause was this . The inhabitants of Alba and Rome , rous- ed by ambition and mutual complaints , took the field ...
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... Curiatii pursuing , at a considerable distance from one another , and one of them very near him . He turned with all his fury upon the foremost ; and , while the Alban army were crying out to his broth- ers to succor him , Horatius ...
... Curiatii pursuing , at a considerable distance from one another , and one of them very near him . He turned with all his fury upon the foremost ; and , while the Alban army were crying out to his broth- ers to succor him , Horatius ...
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... Curiatii . Seeing her brother dressed in her lover's coat of armor , which she herself had wrought , she could not contain her grief . She shed a flood of tears , she tore her hair , and in the transports of her sor- row uttered the ...
... Curiatii . Seeing her brother dressed in her lover's coat of armor , which she herself had wrought , she could not contain her grief . She shed a flood of tears , she tore her hair , and in the transports of her sor- row uttered the ...
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action admire appear arms beauty behold blood body breast Brutus Carthaginians Cesar charm cheerfulness Cicero Clodius countenance creatures Curiatii daugh dear death delight Dovedale e'en earth enemy express eyes father fear fortune friends give glory grace grief hand happy hath head hear heart heaven honor hope hour human Jugurtha kind king Lady G live look Lord manner master Micipsa Milo mind mouth nature never night noble Numidia o'er object once pain passion Patricians person pleasure Plebeian Pompey praetor praise privy counsellor Rhadamanthus rise Roman Rome scene sense Sicily side sight smile soul sound Spain speak speaker Spectator spirit sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion tone truth Twas uncle Toby Urim and Thummim virtue voice whole words young youth
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...