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 are Prefixed Two Essays: I. On Elocution. II. On Reading Works of Taste |
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Ask the faithful youth , Why the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd So often fills
his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps , at the silent hour , To pay the
mournful tribute of his tears ? O ! he will tell thee , that the wealth of worlds
Should ...
Ask the faithful youth , Why the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd So often fills
his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps , at the silent hour , To pay the
mournful tribute of his tears ? O ! he will tell thee , that the wealth of worlds
Should ...
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... to bursting ; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent
nose In piteous chase ; and thus the hairy fool , Much marked of the melancholy
Jaques , Stood on th'extremest verge of the swift brook , Augmenting it with tears .
... to bursting ; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent
nose In piteous chase ; and thus the hairy fool , Much marked of the melancholy
Jaques , Stood on th'extremest verge of the swift brook , Augmenting it with tears .
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My father's name brings tears into mine eyes . . Syph . ... The good old king at
parting wrung my hand , ( His eyes brimful of tears ) , then sighing , cried , Prithee
be careful of my son His grief Swell'd up so high , he could not utter more . Jub .
My father's name brings tears into mine eyes . . Syph . ... The good old king at
parting wrung my hand , ( His eyes brimful of tears ) , then sighing , cried , Prithee
be careful of my son His grief Swell'd up so high , he could not utter more . Jub .
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Susannah burst into a flood of tears — We are not stocks and stones — Jonathan
, Obadiah , the cook - maid , all melted . The foolish fat scullion herself , who was
scouring a fish kettle upon her knees , was roused with it . — The whole kitchen ...
Susannah burst into a flood of tears — We are not stocks and stones — Jonathan
, Obadiah , the cook - maid , all melted . The foolish fat scullion herself , who was
scouring a fish kettle upon her knees , was roused with it . — The whole kitchen ...
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I hope not, answered Eugenius, with tears trickling down his cheeks, and with the
tenderest tone that ever man spoke, -I hope not, Yorick, said he. Yorick replied,
with a look up, and gentle squeeze of Eugenius's hand—and that was all,—but it
...
I hope not, answered Eugenius, with tears trickling down his cheeks, and with the
tenderest tone that ever man spoke, -I hope not, Yorick, said he. Yorick replied,
with a look up, and gentle squeeze of Eugenius's hand—and that was all,—but it
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Palavras e frases frequentes
affection appear army beauty cause CHAP consider continued death desire earth equal ev'ry expression fair fall father fear feel fool fortune give grace hand happy head hear heart Heav'n hold honour hope hour human it's kind king laws leave light live look lord manner means mind nature never night noble o'er once pain pass passion peace perfection perhaps person pleasure poor pow'r praise present proper reason rest round sense side soon soul sound speak spirit stand sweet taste tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand true truth turn uncle Toby virtue voice whole wind wise wish writing young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 91 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 155 - 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.
Página 229 - 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.
Página 248 - Or call up him that left half told The Story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Página 254 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners: But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Página 245 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Página 242 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 244 - 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.
Página 335 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law.
Página 250 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.