Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingHill and Moore, 1820 - 384 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 122
... 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 ...
الصفحة 194
... sweet and gracious goddess , whom all , in public or in private , worship ; whose taste is grateful , and ever will be so till nature herself shall change . No tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle , or chymic power turn thy sceptre ...
... sweet and gracious goddess , whom all , in public or in private , worship ; whose taste is grateful , and ever will be so till nature herself shall change . No tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle , or chymic power turn thy sceptre ...
الصفحة 209
... Sweet was the sound , when oft at evening's close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose . There as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingling notes came soften'd from below . The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung ; The ...
... Sweet was the sound , when oft at evening's close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose . There as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingling notes came soften'd from below . The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung ; The ...
الصفحة 216
... sweet , His robe turn'd white , and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair , Celestial odors breathe through purpled air ; And wings , whose colors glittered on the day , Wide at his back , their gradual ...
... sweet , His robe turn'd white , and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair , Celestial odors breathe through purpled air ; And wings , whose colors glittered on the day , Wide at his back , their gradual ...
الصفحة 218
... at once , as thunder breaks the cloud , The notes at first were rather sweet than loud : By just degrees they every moment rise , Spread round 218 [ PART 1 . LESSONS On the death of Mrs Mason, Mason, Extract from the temple of fame,
... at once , as thunder breaks the cloud , The notes at first were rather sweet than loud : By just degrees they every moment rise , Spread round 218 [ PART 1 . LESSONS On the death of Mrs Mason, Mason, Extract from the temple of fame,
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الصفحة 366 - 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 350 - 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 236 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
الصفحة 362 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
الصفحة 261 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes ! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums ! Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
الصفحة 359 - tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune ; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die ; — to sleep : — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this...
الصفحة 249 - Air, and ye Elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.
الصفحة 367 - 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. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
الصفحة 342 - Why, well : Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
الصفحة 351 - Suit the action to the word, the word to the action: with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form, and pressure.