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 ElocutionJoseph Larkin, 1808 - 400 стор. |
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... Yorick's Death The Beggar's Petition Elegy on the Death of an unfortunate Lady Morning Hymn Satan's Sofiloquy Juba and Syphax Cato's Soliloquy Southampton and Essex : Jaffier and Pierre Edward and Warwick Orlando and Adam Scroop and ...
... Yorick's Death The Beggar's Petition Elegy on the Death of an unfortunate Lady Morning Hymn Satan's Sofiloquy Juba and Syphax Cato's Soliloquy Southampton and Essex : Jaffier and Pierre Edward and Warwick Orlando and Adam Scroop and ...
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... Yorick's curate was smoaking a pipe by the kitchen fire , but said not a word good or bad to comfort the youth.- I thought it was wrong , added the corporal - I think so too , said my uncle Toby . When the lieut . had taken his glass of ...
... Yorick's curate was smoaking a pipe by the kitchen fire , but said not a word good or bad to comfort the youth.- I thought it was wrong , added the corporal - I think so too , said my uncle Toby . When the lieut . had taken his glass of ...
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... YORICK'S DEATH . A FEW hours before Yorick breathed his last , Euge- nius stept in with an intent to take his last sight and last farewell of him . Upon his drawing Yorick's curtain , and asking how he felt himself , Yorick looking up ...
... YORICK'S DEATH . A FEW hours before Yorick breathed his last , Euge- nius stept in with an intent to take his last sight and last farewell of him . Upon his drawing Yorick's curtain , and asking how he felt himself , Yorick looking up ...
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... Yorick laid his hand upon his heart , and gently shook his head ; for my part , continued Eugenius , crying bitterly as he uttered the words , declare I know not , Yorick , how to part with thee , and would gladly flatter my hopes , ad ...
... Yorick laid his hand upon his heart , and gently shook his head ; for my part , continued Eugenius , crying bitterly as he uttered the words , declare I know not , Yorick , how to part with thee , and would gladly flatter my hopes , ad ...
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... YORICK ! Ten times a day has Yorick's ghost the consolation to hear his monumental inscription read over with such a variety of plaintive tones , as denote a general pity and esteem for him a footway crossing the church - yard close by ...
... YORICK ! Ten times a day has Yorick's ghost the consolation to hear his monumental inscription read over with such a variety of plaintive tones , as denote a general pity and esteem for him a footway crossing the church - yard close by ...
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The Speaker; Or, Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English ... William Enfield Повний перегляд - 1827 |
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...