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Lessons in Elocution : Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse for the ...
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1820
Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces, in Prose and Verse, for the ...
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1811
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Side 231 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Side 353 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide; Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Side 224 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 349 - She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
Side 243 - His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. • • Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye. flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling, tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living souls ! ye birds, That, singing, up to heaven's gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Side 224 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 224 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
Side 117 - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison, HUGHES.
Side 343 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...