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 - 398ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... night preceding the bat- tle of Bofworth , 26. The world compared to a stage , ibid . Trag . of Othello , 2 Henry IV . Every man in his Hum . 340 Trag . of Hamlet , ibid . 2 Henry IV . Pope , Trag . of Cato , Trag . of Douglas , Shak ...
... night preceding the bat- tle of Bofworth , 26. The world compared to a stage , ibid . Trag . of Othello , 2 Henry IV . Every man in his Hum . 340 Trag . of Hamlet , ibid . 2 Henry IV . Pope , Trag . of Cato , Trag . of Douglas , Shak ...
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... night to enquire among the moit learned phyficians an infal- lible remedy for your difeafe , and have at length happily been informed of one . It is a plafter made of part of a Wolf's fkin , taken warm from his back , and laid to your ...
... night to enquire among the moit learned phyficians an infal- lible remedy for your difeafe , and have at length happily been informed of one . It is a plafter made of part of a Wolf's fkin , taken warm from his back , and laid to your ...
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... public . " Dear Spec , I was about two nights ago in com- pany with very agreeable young people of both fexes , where , where , talking of fome of your papers which are 30 PART . I LESSON S Will Honeycomb's Spectator,
... public . " Dear Spec , I was about two nights ago in com- pany with very agreeable young people of both fexes , where , where , talking of fome of your papers which are 30 PART . I LESSON S Will Honeycomb's Spectator,
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... night , the change of feafons , with all that variety of fcenes which diverfify the face of na- ture , and fill the mind with a perpetual fucceffion of beautiful and pleafing images . I fhall not here mention the feveral entertainments ...
... night , the change of feafons , with all that variety of fcenes which diverfify the face of na- ture , and fill the mind with a perpetual fucceffion of beautiful and pleafing images . I fhall not here mention the feveral entertainments ...
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... night's dream , or the defcription of a feft he has been at , without letting a fingle difh escape him . When he is thus entered into converfation , he grows very wife ; descants upon the corruption of the times and the degeneracy of ...
... night's dream , or the defcription of a feft he has been at , without letting a fingle difh escape him . When he is thus entered into converfation , he grows very wife ; descants upon the corruption of the times and the degeneracy of ...
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375 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
321 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
220 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
109 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
353 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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
323 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
336 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
321 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.