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 sider |
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Side 69
... myself a hearty luncheon ; and , as I did it , I faw a teftimony in every eye , not only of an honeft wel- come , but of a welcome mixed with thanks that I had not feemed to doubt it . Was it this ; or tell me , Nature , what elfe it ...
... myself a hearty luncheon ; and , as I did it , I faw a teftimony in every eye , not only of an honeft wel- come , but of a welcome mixed with thanks that I had not feemed to doubt it . Was it this ; or tell me , Nature , what elfe it ...
Side 107
... myself in Westminster Abbey ; where the gloom- inefs of the place , and the ufe to which it is applied , with the folemnity of the building , and the condition of the people who lie in it , are apt to fill the mind with a kind of ...
... myself in Westminster Abbey ; where the gloom- inefs of the place , and the ufe to which it is applied , with the folemnity of the building , and the condition of the people who lie in it , are apt to fill the mind with a kind of ...
Side 109
... myself with objects which others confider with terrour . When I look upon the tombs of the great , every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epi- taphs of the beautiful , every inordinate defire goes out ; when I meet with the ...
... myself with objects which others confider with terrour . When I look upon the tombs of the great , every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epi- taphs of the beautiful , every inordinate defire goes out ; when I meet with the ...
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... mafter of the house , and he who goes by that name is my steward , who eafes me of the care of providing for myself the conveniencies and pleasures of life . When When I walk the streets , I use the foregoing 142 PART I. LESSONS.
... mafter of the house , and he who goes by that name is my steward , who eafes me of the care of providing for myself the conveniencies and pleasures of life . When When I walk the streets , I use the foregoing 142 PART I. LESSONS.
Side 143
... myself that I have a proper- ty in the gay part of all the gilt chariots that I meet , which I regard as amusements defigned to delight my eyes , and the imagination of thofe kind people who fit in them gaily attired only to please me ...
... myself that I have a proper- ty in the gay part of all the gilt chariots that I meet , which I regard as amusements defigned to delight my eyes , and the imagination of thofe kind people who fit in them gaily attired only to please me ...
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Populære avsnitt
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.