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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It may not be useless to observe , that boys should be classed in this , as in every
other kind of instruction , according to their abilities ; that a class should not
consist of more than ten ; that about eight or ten lines of some speech should be
read ...
It may not be useless to observe , that boys should be classed in this , as in every
other kind of instruction , according to their abilities ; that a class should not
consist of more than ten ; that about eight or ten lines of some speech should be
read ...
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The table was loaded with the most exquisite delicacies of every kind . Damocles
fancied himself amongst the gods . In the midst of all his liappiness , he sees let
down from the roof , exactly over his neck , as he lay indulgiog hiinself in state , a
...
The table was loaded with the most exquisite delicacies of every kind . Damocles
fancied himself amongst the gods . In the midst of all his liappiness , he sees let
down from the roof , exactly over his neck , as he lay indulgiog hiinself in state , a
...
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Perhaps a still mere affecting spectacle , a kind and indulgent father of a
numerous family lies breathless : -snatched away in the strength of his age -- torn
, and in an evil hour , from his children , and the bosom of a disconsoláte wife .
Behold ...
Perhaps a still mere affecting spectacle , a kind and indulgent father of a
numerous family lies breathless : -snatched away in the strength of his age -- torn
, and in an evil hour , from his children , and the bosom of a disconsoláte wife .
Behold ...
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THIS kind of impertinence is a habit of talking much without thinking : A man who
has this distemper in his tongue shall eritertain you , though he never saw you
before , with a long story in praise of his own wife ; give you the particulars of last
...
THIS kind of impertinence is a habit of talking much without thinking : A man who
has this distemper in his tongue shall eritertain you , though he never saw you
before , with a long story in praise of his own wife ; give you the particulars of last
...
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I could not but look upon those registers of existence ; whether of brass or marble
, as a kind of satire upon the departed persons , who had left no other inemorial
of themselves than that they were born , and that they died . Upon my going into ...
I could not but look upon those registers of existence ; whether of brass or marble
, as a kind of satire upon the departed persons , who had left no other inemorial
of themselves than that they were born , and that they died . Upon my going into ...
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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...