The Speaker; Or Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers, Disposed Under Proper Heads for the Improvement of Youth, in Reading and Speaking; to which is Prefixed An Essay on ElocutionJoseph Larkin, 1808 - 400 páginas |
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Página 101
... Pow'r . Or in the natal , or the mortal hour . All Nature is but Art , unknown to thee ; All chance , Direction , which thou canst not see ; All discord , Harmony not understood ; All partial Evil , universal Good : And , spite of Pride ...
... Pow'r . Or in the natal , or the mortal hour . All Nature is but Art , unknown to thee ; All chance , Direction , which thou canst not see ; All discord , Harmony not understood ; All partial Evil , universal Good : And , spite of Pride ...
Página 102
... pow'r , abition , lucre , lust : The same Self - love , in all becomes the cause Of what restrains him , Government and laws . For what one likes if others like as well , What serves one will , when many wills rebel ? How shall he keep ...
... pow'r , abition , lucre , lust : The same Self - love , in all becomes the cause Of what restrains him , Government and laws . For what one likes if others like as well , What serves one will , when many wills rebel ? How shall he keep ...
Página 114
... pow'r endow'd And room to stretch , was destin'd to sit still ? Sluggards are Nature's rebels , slight her laws , Nor live up to the terms on which they hold Their vital lease . Laborious terms and hard ; But such the tenure of our ...
... pow'r endow'd And room to stretch , was destin'd to sit still ? Sluggards are Nature's rebels , slight her laws , Nor live up to the terms on which they hold Their vital lease . Laborious terms and hard ; But such the tenure of our ...
Página 122
... pow'r Of heav'n and earth ' surveys th ' immortal page , E'en as a father's blessing , while he reads The praises of his son ; if then thy soul , Spurning the yoke of these inglorious days , Mix in their deeds and kindle with their ...
... pow'r Of heav'n and earth ' surveys th ' immortal page , E'en as a father's blessing , while he reads The praises of his son ; if then thy soul , Spurning the yoke of these inglorious days , Mix in their deeds and kindle with their ...
Página 124
... pow'r of language , will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart , How lovely ! how commanding ! But tho ' Heav'n In every breast hath sown these early seeds Of love and admiration , yet in vain , Without fair culture's kind ...
... pow'r of language , will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart , How lovely ! how commanding ! But tho ' Heav'n In every breast hath sown these early seeds Of love and admiration , yet in vain , Without fair culture's kind ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
army Balaam behold bliss bosom breast breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius CHAP crown Dæmons daugh death Dendermond divine doth earth eternal Eugenius Eurydice Eust ev'ry eyes fair fate father fear fool fortune Fram give Gods grace Grongar Hill hand happy hath head hear heart Heav'n honour hope hour IAGO king labour live look Lord lyre Macd means Michael Cassio mind motley fool Muse nature Nature's never night noble Nymph o'er once pain Parliament passion Patricians peace pity pleasure poor pow'r praise round Scythians sense shade SHAKSPEARE shew SIR JOHN sleep smile soft soul sound speak spirit STERL sweet Syphax tears tell Theana thee thing thou art thou hast thought thro Trim truth uncle Toby vale virtue voice winds wisdom wise words Yorick youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 96 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Página 15 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Página 16 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Página 372 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. 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.
Página 376 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind. Which I respect not.
Página 277 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Página 58 - I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively...
Página 108 - In the bright muse, tho' thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Tho...
Página 364 - O my lord, Must I, then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Página 284 - The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...