The Speaker Or Miscellaneous Pieces Selected from the Best English Writers: Essay on Elocution and Directions for Reading |
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A DERVISE , travelling through ' Tartary , being arrived at the town of Balk , went
into the King ' s palace by a mistake , as thinking it to be a public inn or
caravansary . Having looked about him for some time , he entered into a long
gallery ...
A DERVISE , travelling through ' Tartary , being arrived at the town of Balk , went
into the King ' s palace by a mistake , as thinking it to be a public inn or
caravansary . Having looked about him for some time , he entered into a long
gallery ...
136 ÆäÀÌÁö
Is the king , our sovereign , to receive his divinity from you and me , who are his
subjects . ? First try your power , whether you can make a king . It is , surely ,
easier to make a king , than a god ? to give an earthly dominion , than a throne in
...
Is the king , our sovereign , to receive his divinity from you and me , who are his
subjects . ? First try your power , whether you can make a king . It is , surely ,
easier to make a king , than a god ? to give an earthly dominion , than a throne in
...
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M y lord , I ' ll tell you ; that self billis urg ' d Which in the eleventh year oʻth ' last
king ' s reigo , Was like , and had indeed against us pass ' d , But that the
scrambling and unquiet time Did push it out of further question . Ely . But how , my
lord ...
M y lord , I ' ll tell you ; that self billis urg ' d Which in the eleventh year oʻth ' last
king ' s reigo , Was like , and had indeed against us pass ' d , But that the
scrambling and unquiet time Did push it out of further question . Ely . But how , my
lord ...
325 ÆäÀÌÁö
For hear ' n ' s sake , let us sit upon the ground , And tell sad stories of the death
of Kings ; How some have been depos ' d ... For within the hollow crown That
rounds the mortal temples of a King Keeps death his court ; and there the antick
sits ...
For hear ' n ' s sake , let us sit upon the ground , And tell sad stories of the death
of Kings ; How some have been depos ' d ... For within the hollow crown That
rounds the mortal temples of a King Keeps death his court ; and there the antick
sits ...
337 ÆäÀÌÁö
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 .
The king has cur ' d me , I humbly thank his grace ; and , from these shoulders , .
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 .
The king has cur ' d me , I humbly thank his grace ; and , from these shoulders , .
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264 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
342 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
257 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
218 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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,
335 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
343 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...