Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking, as Well as for the Perusal of Persons of Taste : with an Appendix, Containing Concise Lessons on a New Plan, and Principles of English GrammarC. Elliot, 1789 - 398 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 43
... , might be led to feek it in the " enjoyment of Him , with whom there is fulness of " joy , and at whose right - hand are pleasures for ever- " more . " · SEC . SECTION II . I. The bad Reader . ULIUS had SECT . I. 43 IN READING .
... , might be led to feek it in the " enjoyment of Him , with whom there is fulness of " joy , and at whose right - hand are pleasures for ever- " more . " · SEC . SECTION II . I. The bad Reader . ULIUS had SECT . I. 43 IN READING .
الصفحة 73
... whose family he refided , by his candour and strict regard to truth . A violent quarrel occurred in the household of this nobleman ; which was carried fo far , that recourse was had to arms . The Cardinal wifhed to know the foundation ...
... whose family he refided , by his candour and strict regard to truth . A violent quarrel occurred in the household of this nobleman ; which was carried fo far , that recourse was had to arms . The Cardinal wifhed to know the foundation ...
الصفحة 95
... whose destiny depended upon their con- duct . At the first onfet , the clafhing of their armour , and the terrific gleam of their fwords , filled the fpecta- tors with fuch trepidation , fear , and horrour , that the fa- culty of fpeech ...
... whose destiny depended upon their con- duct . At the first onfet , the clafhing of their armour , and the terrific gleam of their fwords , filled the fpecta- tors with fuch trepidation , fear , and horrour , that the fa- culty of fpeech ...
الصفحة 181
... Whose verdure crown'd their floping fides of grass . It chanced the noble master of the dome Still made his houfe the wand'ring ftranger's home : Yet , ftill , the kindness , from a thirst of praise , Prov'd the vain flourish of ...
... Whose verdure crown'd their floping fides of grass . It chanced the noble master of the dome Still made his houfe the wand'ring ftranger's home : Yet , ftill , the kindness , from a thirst of praise , Prov'd the vain flourish of ...
الصفحة 185
... whose bolted door : Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wand'ring poor ; With him I left the cup , to teach his mind , That heav'n can blefs , if mortals will be kind . Confcious of wanting worth , he views the bowl ; And feels compaffion touch ...
... whose bolted door : Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wand'ring poor ; With him I left the cup , to teach his mind , That heav'n can blefs , if mortals will be kind . Confcious of wanting worth , he views the bowl ; And feels compaffion touch ...
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الصفحة 375 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
الصفحة 321 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
الصفحة 209 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 220 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
الصفحة 109 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
الصفحة 353 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is that word honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? He that died o
الصفحة 323 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
الصفحة 336 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
الصفحة 321 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
الصفحة 187 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.