Lessons in Elocution: Or, A Selection of Pieces, in Prose and Verse, for the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking. To which are Prefixed Elements of Gesture. Also, an Appendix, Containing Lessons on a New Plan |
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Should this straw drop out of his mouth , you would see all this numerous circle of
attendants follow the next that took it up , and leave the discarded insect , or run
over his back to come at its successor . If now you have a mind to see all the ...
Should this straw drop out of his mouth , you would see all this numerous circle of
attendants follow the next that took it up , and leave the discarded insect , or run
over his back to come at its successor . If now you have a mind to see all the ...
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Accordingly he has digested them into such a series , that they follow one
another naturally , and make a continued system of practical divinity . As Sir
Roger was going on in his story , the gentleman we were talking of came up to us
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Accordingly he has digested them into such a series , that they follow one
another naturally , and make a continued system of practical divinity . As Sir
Roger was going on in his story , the gentleman we were talking of came up to us
...
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Pity was cominanded by Jupiter , to follow the steps of her mother through the
world , dropping balm into the wounds she made , and binding up the hearts she
had broken . She follows with her hair loose , her bosom bare and throbbing , her
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Pity was cominanded by Jupiter , to follow the steps of her mother through the
world , dropping balm into the wounds she made , and binding up the hearts she
had broken . She follows with her hair loose , her bosom bare and throbbing , her
...
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What consequence , then , follows ? Or can there be any other than this ? If I seek
an interest of my own , detached from that of others , I seek an interest which is
chimerical , and can never have existence . How then must I determine ? Have I ...
What consequence , then , follows ? Or can there be any other than this ? If I seek
an interest of my own , detached from that of others , I seek an interest which is
chimerical , and can never have existence . How then must I determine ? Have I ...
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The pride of swains Palemon was ; the generous and the rich ; Who led the rural
life , in all its joy And elegance , such as Arcadian song Transmits from ancient
uncorrupted times , When tyrant Custom had not shackled man , But , free to
follow ...
The pride of swains Palemon was ; the generous and the rich ; Who led the rural
life , in all its joy And elegance , such as Arcadian song Transmits from ancient
uncorrupted times , When tyrant Custom had not shackled man , But , free to
follow ...
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Página 373 - And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Página 378 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Página 384 - 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...
Página 380 - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 236 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 381 - 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.
Página 248 - The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heaven, 'twas all he wish'd, a friend.
Página 243 - Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was...
Página 382 - 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.
Página 276 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...