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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... Uncle Toby's benevolence , 12. On the present and future state , 14. Story of the seige of Calais , ib . 175 Sterne , 178 Fool of Quality , 179 SECTION V. 1. On grace in writing , Fitzborne's letters , 184 2. On the structor of animals ...
... Uncle Toby's benevolence , 12. On the present and future state , 14. Story of the seige of Calais , ib . 175 Sterne , 178 Fool of Quality , 179 SECTION V. 1. On grace in writing , Fitzborne's letters , 184 2. On the structor of animals ...
الصفحة 175
... ourselves the pleasures and gratifications of a life which is uncertain . and precarious , and at its utmost length , of SECT . IV . ] 175 IN READING . Uncle Toby's benevolence, On the present and future state, Story of the seige of Calais,
... ourselves the pleasures and gratifications of a life which is uncertain . and precarious , and at its utmost length , of SECT . IV . ] 175 IN READING . Uncle Toby's benevolence, On the present and future state, Story of the seige of Calais,
الصفحة 178
... Uncle Toby's Benevolence . - STERNE , MY uncle Toby was a man patient of injuries - not from want of courage . I have told you , in a former chapter , that he was a man of courage ; and I will add here , that , where justoccasions ...
... Uncle Toby's Benevolence . - STERNE , MY uncle Toby was a man patient of injuries - not from want of courage . I have told you , in a former chapter , that he was a man of courage ; and I will add here , that , where justoccasions ...
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... uncle Toby was one evening getting his supper , with Trim sitting behind him , at a small sideboard - I say sitting- for in consideration of the corporal's lame knee ( which sometimes gave him exquisite pain ) -when my uncle Toby ...
... uncle Toby was one evening getting his supper , with Trim sitting behind him , at a small sideboard - I say sitting- for in consideration of the corporal's lame knee ( which sometimes gave him exquisite pain ) -when my uncle Toby ...
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... uncle Toby ; and thou shalt drink the poor gentleman's health in a glass of sack thyself and take a couple of bottles with my service , and tell him he is heartily welcome to them , and to a dozen more , if they will do him good ...
... uncle Toby ; and thou shalt drink the poor gentleman's health in a glass of sack thyself and take a couple of bottles with my service , and tell him he is heartily welcome to them , and to a dozen more , if they will do him good ...
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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...