The Speaker: Or, Miscellaneous Pieces, Selected from the Best English Writers,: And Disposed Under Proper Heads, with a View to Facilitate the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking. : To which is Prefixed An Essay on ElocutionJ. Johnson, 1785 - 405 sider |
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Side xvii
... worfe than he speaks : and an angry man that will chide , speaks worfe than he thinks . BETTER to reign in hell , than serve in heaven . He rais'd a mortal to the skies ; She brought an angel down . B EMPHASIS EMPHASIS likewife ferves ...
... worfe than he speaks : and an angry man that will chide , speaks worfe than he thinks . BETTER to reign in hell , than serve in heaven . He rais'd a mortal to the skies ; She brought an angel down . B EMPHASIS EMPHASIS likewife ferves ...
Side 40
... worfe accepted , for entering heaven along with that of a broken heart . NATURE melted within me , as I uttered this ; and Maria obferving , as I took out my handkerchief , that it was fteep- ed too much already to be of ufe , would ...
... worfe accepted , for entering heaven along with that of a broken heart . NATURE melted within me , as I uttered this ; and Maria obferving , as I took out my handkerchief , that it was fteep- ed too much already to be of ufe , would ...
Side 97
... worfe . Oh fons of earth ! attempt ye ftill to rise , By mountains pil'd on mountains , to the skies ? Heav'n ftill with laughter the vain toil furveys , And buries madmen in the heaps they raise . Know , all the good that individuals ...
... worfe . Oh fons of earth ! attempt ye ftill to rise , By mountains pil'd on mountains , to the skies ? Heav'n ftill with laughter the vain toil furveys , And buries madmen in the heaps they raise . Know , all the good that individuals ...
Side 127
... worfe abuse , our anger , I suppose , may rise fomewhat higher . Now as the degrees of injuftice are infinite , if our anger must always be propor- tioned to the occafion , it may poffibly proceed to the utmoft extravagance . Shall we ...
... worfe abuse , our anger , I suppose , may rise fomewhat higher . Now as the degrees of injuftice are infinite , if our anger must always be propor- tioned to the occafion , it may poffibly proceed to the utmoft extravagance . Shall we ...
Side 195
... IT would fo ; faid my uncle Toby . Why then , an ' please your honour , is a black wench to be used worfe than a white one ? P 3 I CAN I CAN give no reafon , faid my uncle Toby- CHAP . IV , 195 DIALOGUES . IV On Negroes ibid.
... IT would fo ; faid my uncle Toby . Why then , an ' please your honour , is a black wench to be used worfe than a white one ? P 3 I CAN I CAN give no reafon , faid my uncle Toby- CHAP . IV , 195 DIALOGUES . IV On Negroes ibid.
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Side 375 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy...
Side 298 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Side 213 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Side 327 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Side 402 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
Side 376 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Side 274 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Side 255 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 378 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Side 395 - tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above: There is no shuffling; there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.