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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الصفحة 50
... hear persons read with an improper emphasis , or with no emphasis at all , that is , with a stupid monotony . Much study and pains is necessary in acquiring the habit of just and forcible pronunciation ; and it can only be the effect of ...
... hear persons read with an improper emphasis , or with no emphasis at all , that is , with a stupid monotony . Much study and pains is necessary in acquiring the habit of just and forcible pronunciation ; and it can only be the effect of ...
الصفحة 102
... hear one give us an ac- count of the pedigrees , distinctions and titles that reign among them ? Observe how the whole swarm divide , and make way for the pismire that passes through them ; you must understand he is an emmet of quality ...
... hear one give us an ac- count of the pedigrees , distinctions and titles that reign among them ? Observe how the whole swarm divide , and make way for the pismire that passes through them ; you must understand he is an emmet of quality ...
الصفحة 107
... hear him ask every one of them the same ques- tion , namely , what they had been doing ? Upon this question being proposed to the whole assembly , they stared one upon another , as not knowing what to an- swer . He then interrogated ...
... hear him ask every one of them the same ques- tion , namely , what they had been doing ? Upon this question being proposed to the whole assembly , they stared one upon another , as not knowing what to an- swer . He then interrogated ...
الصفحة 120
... hear him he will inform you what festivals are kept in August , what in October , and what in December . When you see such a fellow as this coming towards you , run for your life . A man had much better be vis- ited by a fever ; so ...
... hear him he will inform you what festivals are kept in August , what in October , and what in December . When you see such a fellow as this coming towards you , run for your life . A man had much better be vis- ited by a fever ; so ...
الصفحة 133
... hear disputesadjusted between an inhab- itant of Japan and an alderman of London ; or to see a subject of the Great Mogul entering into a league with one of the Czar of Muscovy . I am infinitely delighted in mixing with these several ...
... hear disputesadjusted between an inhab- itant of Japan and an alderman of London ; or to see a subject of the Great Mogul entering into a league with one of the Czar of Muscovy . I am infinitely delighted in mixing with these several ...
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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...