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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Page 110
... poor devil lost a second shoe , and from off his other forefoot . I then got out of the chaise in good earnest ; and , seeing a house about a quar- ter of a mile to the left hand , with a great deal ado I pre- valied upon the postillion ...
... poor devil lost a second shoe , and from off his other forefoot . I then got out of the chaise in good earnest ; and , seeing a house about a quar- ter of a mile to the left hand , with a great deal ado I pre- valied upon the postillion ...
Page 112
... poor man the better stomach ; the one had more luxury - more able physicians to attend and set him to rights ; -the oth- er , more health and soundness in his bones , and less occa- sion for their help ; that , after these two articles ...
... poor man the better stomach ; the one had more luxury - more able physicians to attend and set him to rights ; -the oth- er , more health and soundness in his bones , and less occa- sion for their help ; that , after these two articles ...
Page 124
... poor miniatures of Keswick , which ex- ceeds them more in grandeur than you can imagine ; and more , if possible , in beauty than in grandeur . Instead of a narrow slip of valley , which is seen at Dovedale , you have at Keswick a vast ...
... poor miniatures of Keswick , which ex- ceeds them more in grandeur than you can imagine ; and more , if possible , in beauty than in grandeur . Instead of a narrow slip of valley , which is seen at Dovedale , you have at Keswick a vast ...
Page 130
... poor , add wealth to the rich , and magnificence to the great . Our English merchant converts the tin of his own country into gold , and exchanges his wool for rubies . The Mahometans are clothed in our British manufacture , and the ...
... poor , add wealth to the rich , and magnificence to the great . Our English merchant converts the tin of his own country into gold , and exchanges his wool for rubies . The Mahometans are clothed in our British manufacture , and the ...
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... POOR Monk of the order of St. Francis , came into the room , to beg something for his convent . The mo- ment I cast my eyes upon him , I was determined not to give him a single sous ; and accordingly I put my purse into my pocket ...
... POOR Monk of the order of St. Francis , came into the room , to beg something for his convent . The mo- ment I cast my eyes upon him , I was determined not to give him a single sous ; and accordingly I put my purse into my pocket ...
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Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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,
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...