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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... enemy in your power , and yet to do him good , is the greatest heroism . Modesty , were it to be recommended for nothing else , leaves a man at ease , by pretending to little , whereas vain glory requires perpetual labor , to appear ...
... enemy in your power , and yet to do him good , is the greatest heroism . Modesty , were it to be recommended for nothing else , leaves a man at ease , by pretending to little , whereas vain glory requires perpetual labor , to appear ...
الصفحة 71
... enemy , with a frankness of heart which is natural to him , that he be- lieved they two should be very good friends , were it not for the instigations of Poverty , that pernicious counsel- lor , who made an ill use of his ear , and ...
... enemy , with a frankness of heart which is natural to him , that he be- lieved they two should be very good friends , were it not for the instigations of Poverty , that pernicious counsel- lor , who made an ill use of his ear , and ...
الصفحة 73
... enemies , and those who would injure my reputation , have given me the name of Pleasure . " By this time the other lady was come up , who ad- dressed herself to the young hero in a very different manner . " Hercules , " says she , " I ...
... enemies , and those who would injure my reputation , have given me the name of Pleasure . " By this time the other lady was come up , who ad- dressed herself to the young hero in a very different manner . " Hercules , " says she , " I ...
الصفحة 76
... enemy's camp , which was appointed for the general rendezvous of these female carriers , being very desirous to look into theirsev- eralladings . The first of them had a huge sack upon her shoulders , which she set down with greatcare ...
... enemy's camp , which was appointed for the general rendezvous of these female carriers , being very desirous to look into theirsev- eralladings . The first of them had a huge sack upon her shoulders , which she set down with greatcare ...
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... enemy to your own enjoyment , if you enter on the discipline which leads to the attainment of a classical and liberal education , with reluctance . Value duly the opportunities you enjoy , and which are denied to thou- sands of your ...
... enemy to your own enjoyment , if you enter on the discipline which leads to the attainment of a classical and liberal education , with reluctance . Value duly the opportunities you enjoy , and which are denied to thou- sands of your ...
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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...