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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... sweet- ness of the rising dawn . Then his monster breeding fan- cy represents her as false as she is fair . Then he roars out as one on the rack , when the cruel engine rends ev- ery joint , and every sinew bursts . Then he throws him ...
... sweet- ness of the rising dawn . Then his monster breeding fan- cy represents her as false as she is fair . Then he roars out as one on the rack , when the cruel engine rends ev- ery joint , and every sinew bursts . Then he throws him ...
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... sweet- ness of temper . Heaven did not give to the female sex insinuation and persuasion , in order to be surly ; it did not make them weak in order to be imperious ; it did not give them a sweet voice in order to be employed in ...
... sweet- ness of temper . Heaven did not give to the female sex insinuation and persuasion , in order to be surly ; it did not make them weak in order to be imperious ; it did not give them a sweet voice in order to be employed in ...
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... sweets , without regard to any thing but his present gratification . At length they found a wide mouthed phial , that hung beneath the bough of a peach tree , filled with honey , ready tem- pered , and exposed to their taste , in the ...
... sweets , without regard to any thing but his present gratification . At length they found a wide mouthed phial , that hung beneath the bough of a peach tree , filled with honey , ready tem- pered , and exposed to their taste , in the ...
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... sweet and to what magic 1 it that the draught I took of their flaggon was so cious with it , that it remains upon my palate to hour ? that owe deli this If the supper was to my taste , the grace which fo lowed was much more so . When ...
... sweet and to what magic 1 it that the draught I took of their flaggon was so cious with it , that it remains upon my palate to hour ? that owe deli this If the supper was to my taste , the grace which fo lowed was much more so . When ...
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... sweet , and she loved to lie , for hours together , on the banks of some wild and melancholy stream , singing to her lute . She taught men to weep , for she took a strange delight in tears ; and often , when the virgins of the hamlet ...
... sweet , and she loved to lie , for hours together , on the banks of some wild and melancholy stream , singing to her lute . She taught men to weep , for she took a strange delight in tears ; and often , when the virgins of the hamlet ...
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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...