Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking, as Well as for the Perusal of Persons of Taste : with an Appendix, Containing Concise Lessons on a New Plan, and Principles of English GrammarC. Elliot, 1789 - 398 стор. |
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... wife of a rich ufurer loaden with a bag of gold ; fhe told us that her spouse was very old , and by the course of nature could not expect to live long ; and that to show her tender regard for him , fhe had faved that which the poor poor ...
... wife of a rich ufurer loaden with a bag of gold ; fhe told us that her spouse was very old , and by the course of nature could not expect to live long ; and that to show her tender regard for him , fhe had faved that which the poor poor ...
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... wife was carrying him on , and , as it was faid , had scarce paffed a day in his life without giving her the discipline of the ftrap . " I cannot conclude my letter , dear Spec , without telling thee one very odd whim in this my dream ...
... wife was carrying him on , and , as it was faid , had scarce paffed a day in his life without giving her the discipline of the ftrap . " I cannot conclude my letter , dear Spec , without telling thee one very odd whim in this my dream ...
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... wife by the wif dom of those who have gone before you . Of all the fol lies incident to youth , there are none which either de- form its prefent appearance , or blast the profpect of its future profperity , more than felf - conceit ...
... wife by the wif dom of those who have gone before you . Of all the fol lies incident to youth , there are none which either de- form its prefent appearance , or blast the profpect of its future profperity , more than felf - conceit ...
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... wife to learn , too impatient to deli- berate , too forward to be reftrained , they plunge , with precipitant indifcretion , into the midst of all the dangers with which life abounds . V. Sincerity . IT is neceffary to recommend to you ...
... wife to learn , too impatient to deli- berate , too forward to be reftrained , they plunge , with precipitant indifcretion , into the midst of all the dangers with which life abounds . V. Sincerity . IT is neceffary to recommend to you ...
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... wife that came into the room in a paf fion , and threw down the table that stood before them : " Every one , " fays he , has his calamity , and he is a happy man that has no greater than this . " We find an inftance to the fame purpose ...
... wife that came into the room in a paf fion , and threw down the table that stood before them : " Every one , " fays he , has his calamity , and he is a happy man that has no greater than this . " We find an inftance to the fame purpose ...
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Сторінка 375 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Сторінка 321 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Сторінка 209 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 220 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Сторінка 109 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Сторінка 353 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is that word honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? He that died o
Сторінка 323 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Сторінка 336 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Сторінка 321 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Сторінка 187 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.