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 Elocution |
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... Trim's Eloquence The Man of Ross The Country Clergyman . Sterne 231 , ibid . 232 ibid . 234 The Wish Grongar Hill Hymn to Adversity Pope 235 Goldsmith 236 Green 238 Dyer 241 Gray 246 ibid . 247 Ode on a distant Prospect of Eton Col ...
... Trim's Eloquence The Man of Ross The Country Clergyman . Sterne 231 , ibid . 232 ibid . 234 The Wish Grongar Hill Hymn to Adversity Pope 235 Goldsmith 236 Green 238 Dyer 241 Gray 246 ibid . 247 Ode on a distant Prospect of Eton Col ...
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... Trim , and had learnt mercy- -She was good , an ' please your honour , from na- ture as well as from hardships ; and there are circum- stances in the story of that poor friendless slut that would melt a heart of stone , said Trim ; and ...
... Trim , and had learnt mercy- -She was good , an ' please your honour , from na- ture as well as from hardships ; and there are circum- stances in the story of that poor friendless slut that would melt a heart of stone , said Trim ; and ...
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... trim . Stock . Well , Mr. Belcour , it is a rough sample you have had of my countrymen's spirit ; but , I trust , you will not think the worse of them for it . Bel . Not at all ; not at all ; 1 like them the better ; was I only a ...
... trim . Stock . Well , Mr. Belcour , it is a rough sample you have had of my countrymen's spirit ; but , I trust , you will not think the worse of them for it . Bel . Not at all ; not at all ; 1 like them the better ; was I only a ...
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... sigh - I saw the iron enter into his soul - I burst into tears - I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn . STERNE . diah- CHAP . III . CORPORAL TRIM'S ELOQUENCE . -MY DESCRIPTIVE PIECES . 233.
... sigh - I saw the iron enter into his soul - I burst into tears - I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn . STERNE . diah- CHAP . III . CORPORAL TRIM'S ELOQUENCE . -MY DESCRIPTIVE PIECES . 233.
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... TRIM'S ELOQUENCE . -MY young master in London is dead , said Oba- -Here is sad news , Trim , cried Susannah , wiping her eyes as Trim stepped into the kitchen , -master Bobby is dead . I lament for him from my heart and my soul , said Trim ...
... TRIM'S ELOQUENCE . -MY young master in London is dead , said Oba- -Here is sad news , Trim , cried Susannah , wiping her eyes as Trim stepped into the kitchen , -master Bobby is dead . I lament for him from my heart and my soul , said Trim ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...