Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingHill and Moore, 1820 - 384 sider |
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... Patrician , was , by nature , endowed with superior advantages , both bodily and mental ; but his dispositions were corrupt and wick- ed . From his youth , his supreme delight was in vio- lence , slaughter , rapine and intestine ...
... Patrician , was , by nature , endowed with superior advantages , both bodily and mental ; but his dispositions were corrupt and wick- ed . From his youth , his supreme delight was in vio- lence , slaughter , rapine and intestine ...
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... Patrician rank , if he is guilty of neglect or breach of du- ty , has his great connexions , the antiquity of his family , the important services of his ancestors , and the multi- tudes he has , by power , engaged in his interest , to ...
... Patrician rank , if he is guilty of neglect or breach of du- ty , has his great connexions , the antiquity of his family , the important services of his ancestors , and the multi- tudes he has , by power , engaged in his interest , to ...
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... Patricians want nothing so much , as an occasion against me . It is , therefore , my fixed resolution , to use my best endeavors , that you be not disappointed in me , and that their indirect designs a- gainst me may be defeated . I ...
... Patricians want nothing so much , as an occasion against me . It is , therefore , my fixed resolution , to use my best endeavors , that you be not disappointed in me , and that their indirect designs a- gainst me may be defeated . I ...
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... Patricians , by standing . up in defence of what I bave myself done . Observe now , my countrymen , the injustice of the Patricians . They arrogate to themselves honors , on account of the exploits done by their forefathers , whilst ...
... Patricians , by standing . up in defence of what I bave myself done . Observe now , my countrymen , the injustice of the Patricians . They arrogate to themselves honors , on account of the exploits done by their forefathers , whilst ...
Side 320
... Patricians , who endeavor , by indirect means to depreciate me in your esteem , have never dared to show their faces . VI . - Speech of Publius Scipio to the Roman Army , be- fore the Battle of Ticin . WERE you , soldiers , the same ...
... Patricians , who endeavor , by indirect means to depreciate me in your esteem , have never dared to show their faces . VI . - Speech of Publius Scipio to the Roman Army , be- fore the Battle of Ticin . WERE you , soldiers , the same ...
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Side 349 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble...
Side 230 - Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous Moon.
Side 374 - 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.
Side 373 - 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.
Side 356 - Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces!
Side 366 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...
Side 231 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Side 254 - Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Side 262 - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...
Side 363 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...