The Speaker Or Miscellaneous Pieces Selected from the Best English Writers: Essay on Elocution and Directions for ReadingF. Louis, 1804 - 376 pages |
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... breast of a wise man ; but rests only in the bosom of fools . g An angry man who suppresses his passion thinks worse than he speaks ; and an angry man that will clide , speaks worse than he thinks . Better to reign in Hell , than serve ...
... breast of a wise man ; but rests only in the bosom of fools . g An angry man who suppresses his passion thinks worse than he speaks ; and an angry man that will clide , speaks worse than he thinks . Better to reign in Hell , than serve ...
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... breast of a wise man , but rests only in the bosom of fools . None more impatiently suffer injuries , than those who are most forward in doing them . By taking revenge , a man is but even with his enemy ; but in passing it over , he is ...
... breast of a wise man , but rests only in the bosom of fools . None more impatiently suffer injuries , than those who are most forward in doing them . By taking revenge , a man is but even with his enemy ; but in passing it over , he is ...
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... breast - plate than a heart un- tainted ? Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just : And he but naked ( though lock'd up in steel ) Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted .. CHA P. IX . О , world , thy slippery turns ...
... breast - plate than a heart un- tainted ? Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just : And he but naked ( though lock'd up in steel ) Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted .. CHA P. IX . О , world , thy slippery turns ...
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... round , and called her Pity . A red - breast was observed to build in the cabin where she was born ; and while she was yet an infant , a dove , pursued by a hawk , flew into her bosom . 30 Book ij . NARRATIVE PIECES .
... round , and called her Pity . A red - breast was observed to build in the cabin where she was born ; and while she was yet an infant , a dove , pursued by a hawk , flew into her bosom . 30 Book ij . NARRATIVE PIECES .
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... breast . At length , quite vain , he needs would shew His master what his art could do ; And bade his slaves the chariot lead To Academus ' sacred shade . The trembling grove confess'd its fright , The wood - nymphs started at the sight ...
... breast . At length , quite vain , he needs would shew His master what his art could do ; And bade his slaves the chariot lead To Academus ' sacred shade . The trembling grove confess'd its fright , The wood - nymphs started at the sight ...
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Page 264 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 262 - Or call up him that left half told The Story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 243 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect Some frail memorial still...
Page 80 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business.
Page 342 - 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 (Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue...
Page 257 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 218 - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 335 - Why, well : Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 311 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 343 - 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...