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.
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.
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.
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...
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...
173 ÆäÀÌÁö - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet, with hateful eyes ; Nor fields with gleaming steel be covered o'er ; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE great pursuit of man is after happiness : it is the first and strongest desire of his nature; — in every stage of his life, he searches for it as for hid treasure; courts it under a thousand different shapes, •-- and though perpetually disappointed, — still persists — runs after and inquires for it afresh...
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart! Bright is the diadem, boundless...

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