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 TasteW. Clowes, 1827 - 346 páginas |
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... wind up the last scene of thy tragedy , Cruelty and Cowardice , twin ruffians , hired and set on by Malice in the dark , shall strike together at all thy infirmities and mistakes ; the best of us , ' my friend , lie open there ; and ...
... wind up the last scene of thy tragedy , Cruelty and Cowardice , twin ruffians , hired and set on by Malice in the dark , shall strike together at all thy infirmities and mistakes ; the best of us , ' my friend , lie open there ; and ...
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... wind ; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or milky way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has giv'n , Behind the cloud - topp'd hill , a humbler heav'n ; Some safer world in depth of woods embrac'd , Some ...
... wind ; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or milky way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has giv'n , Behind the cloud - topp'd hill , a humbler heav'n ; Some safer world in depth of woods embrac'd , Some ...
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... winds , How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless Poverty : how many shake With all the fiercer tortures of the mind , Unbounded passion , madness , guilt , remorse • Whence , tumbling headlong from the height of life , They ...
... winds , How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless Poverty : how many shake With all the fiercer tortures of the mind , Unbounded passion , madness , guilt , remorse • Whence , tumbling headlong from the height of life , They ...
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... winds have hurl'd upon the coast Some hapless bark ; while sacred Pity melts The gen'ral eye , or Terrour's icy hand Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair ; While ev'ry mother closer to her breast Catches her child , and ...
... winds have hurl'd upon the coast Some hapless bark ; while sacred Pity melts The gen'ral eye , or Terrour's icy hand Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair ; While ev'ry mother closer to her breast Catches her child , and ...
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... winds And rolling waves , the sun's unwearied course , The elements and seasons : all declare For what th ' eternal Maker has ordain'd The pow'rs of man : we feel within ourselves His energy divine : he tells the heart , He meant , he ...
... winds And rolling waves , the sun's unwearied course , The elements and seasons : all declare For what th ' eternal Maker has ordain'd The pow'rs of man : we feel within ourselves His energy divine : he tells the heart , He meant , he ...
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The Speaker: Or, Miscellaneous Pieces, Selected from the Best English ... William Enfield Visualização integral - 1808 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
army Balaam beauty bosom breast Brutus Cæsar cæsura CHAP cried daughter death Dendermond dervise earth elocution endeavour eternal Eust Ev'n ev'ry expression father fear feel fool fortune Fram Gauls genius give Gods grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heav'n honour hope Iago imagination kind king labour live look lord Macd mankind manner Maria marriage means merit mind motley fool Muse nature never noble nymph o'er pain Parliaments pass'd passion patricians pause peace perfection person pity pleasure poor pow'r praise privy counsellor racter replied Scythians sense sentence SHAKSPEARE Sir John smile soon soul sound speak spirit Sterl sweet Syphax taste tears tell Theana thee thing thou thought Tis green true truth uncle Toby vex'd virtue voice whole wisdom wise words writing youth
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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.