Essays and Postscripts on Elocution

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74 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - Scaling yonder peak, I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow, O'er the abyss : his broad expanded wings Lay calm and motionless upon the air, As if he floated there without their aid, By the sole act of his unlorded will, That buoyed him proudly up.
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - This, my lords, is a perilous and tremendous moment ! It is not a time for adulation. The smoothness of flattery cannot now avail; cannot save us in this rugged and awful crisis.
131 ÆäÀÌÁö - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - Every lady In this land Hath twenty nails upon each hand ; Five and twenty on hands and feet. And this is true, without deceit.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us ! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An...
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then say not man's imperfect, Heaven in fault; Say rather, man's as perfect as he ought: His knowledge measured to his state and place; His time a moment, and a point his space.

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