Lessons in Elocution: Or, Miscellaneous Pieces in Prose and Verse, Selected from the Best Authors, for the Perusal of Persons of Taste, and the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingC. Talbot, 1781 - 442 sider |
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... tell a ftory , it may not be amifs to give the company fome idea of the principal perfons concerned in it ; the beauty of most things confifting , not so much in their being faid or done , as in their being faid or done by fuch a ...
... tell a ftory , it may not be amifs to give the company fome idea of the principal perfons concerned in it ; the beauty of most things confifting , not so much in their being faid or done , as in their being faid or done by fuch a ...
Side 18
... tell what shall enter it , or how wide it fhall be made : when a paf- fage is once opened , the influx of corruption , every moment , wears down oppofition , and , by flow de- grees , deluges the heart . " ALIGER entered the world a ...
... tell what shall enter it , or how wide it fhall be made : when a paf- fage is once opened , the influx of corruption , every moment , wears down oppofition , and , by flow de- grees , deluges the heart . " ALIGER entered the world a ...
Side 40
... telling you , in the fame breath , that he intends to plough up fuch a part of his eftate next year ; that the times are hard , and that a man has much ado to get through the world . His whole difcourfe is nothing but hurry and inco ...
... telling you , in the fame breath , that he intends to plough up fuch a part of his eftate next year ; that the times are hard , and that a man has much ado to get through the world . His whole difcourfe is nothing but hurry and inco ...
Side 83
... tell you , faid he , what , perhaps , I fhould have concealed for ever in the bottom of my heart ; for I have learnt from you , that he who boafts of the good he does , is but good by halves . It was for that reafon , I would have ...
... tell you , faid he , what , perhaps , I fhould have concealed for ever in the bottom of my heart ; for I have learnt from you , that he who boafts of the good he does , is but good by halves . It was for that reafon , I would have ...
Side 88
... tell me , that our army is commanded by fuch gentlemen , as cannot be fuppofed to join in any measures for enflaving theit ' country . It may be fo ; I hope it is fo . I have a very good opinion of many gentlemen now in the army : I be ...
... tell me , that our army is commanded by fuch gentlemen , as cannot be fuppofed to join in any measures for enflaving theit ' country . It may be fo ; I hope it is fo . I have a very good opinion of many gentlemen now in the army : I be ...
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Side 356 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Side 387 - What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not, That made them do it ; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Side 339 - The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Side 360 - HERE rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown ; Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Side 250 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
Side 169 - Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Side 343 - I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Side 360 - 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 canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 263 - Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
Side 357 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.