Rhetorical Dialogues: Or, Dramatic Selections for the Use of Schools, Academies, and FamiliesDurrie, & Peck, 1839 - 514 من الصفحات |
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... feeling , which is best learned from the speaking of dialogues , is the true art , which leads to a graceful , persuasive , and powerful oratory . " " To this one standard , make your just appeal , Here lies the olden secret , learn to FEEL ...
... feeling , which is best learned from the speaking of dialogues , is the true art , which leads to a graceful , persuasive , and powerful oratory . " " To this one standard , make your just appeal , Here lies the olden secret , learn to FEEL ...
الصفحة 33
... feel For my own heart , and they both beat alike , Only mine was the quickest . - And I feel My own heart yet - but hers -- I cannot feel- Father . Child ! child ! -- you drive me mad -- come hence , I Till say . • Child . Nay , Father ...
... feel For my own heart , and they both beat alike , Only mine was the quickest . - And I feel My own heart yet - but hers -- I cannot feel- Father . Child ! child ! -- you drive me mad -- come hence , I Till say . • Child . Nay , Father ...
الصفحة 33
... feel it - here , in the glow , the eloquent glow of my own heart . He who made it must be happy . First Child . It is a great world . Look off to the mighty ocean when the storm is upon it ; -to the huge mountain , when the thunder and ...
... feel it - here , in the glow , the eloquent glow of my own heart . He who made it must be happy . First Child . It is a great world . Look off to the mighty ocean when the storm is upon it ; -to the huge mountain , when the thunder and ...
الصفحة 33
... feel what I have lost , and am ready to redeem it . Speak on . - What is your purpose ? Żeno . Ismail , trembling for the life of his father , now a captive in your charge , has made me the bearer 2 * SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL . 17.
... feel what I have lost , and am ready to redeem it . Speak on . - What is your purpose ? Żeno . Ismail , trembling for the life of his father , now a captive in your charge , has made me the bearer 2 * SERIOUS AND SENTIMENTAL . 17.
الصفحة 33
... feel The life , life worse than death , of trampled slaves ! Senators . Go , enemy and parricide , from Rome ! Cic . Expel him , lictors ! Clear the senate - house ! Cat . I go , but not to leap the gulf alone ! I go ; -but when I come ...
... feel The life , life worse than death , of trampled slaves ! Senators . Go , enemy and parricide , from Rome ! Cic . Expel him , lictors ! Clear the senate - house ! Cat . I go , but not to leap the gulf alone ! I go ; -but when I come ...
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RHETORICAL DIALOGUES <span dir=ltr>John E. (John Epy) 1795-1892 Lovell, C.</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2016 |
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الصفحة 77 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
الصفحة 47 - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
الصفحة 47 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink ! ' I, as ^Eneas our great ancestor • Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
الصفحة 48 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
الصفحة 77 - Set in a note-book, learned and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
الصفحة 75 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
الصفحة 47 - Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
الصفحة 72 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
الصفحة 47 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
الصفحة 75 - I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.