Elocution: Or, Mental and Vocal Philosophy: Involving the Principles of Reading and Speaking |
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The man , who - e house is on fire , cries Promises . ... woinflection : but the
roguish boy , who would of their power , and they should not be inraise a fülse
aların , cries , Firé , firé , fire , jured because they can't return it . with the rising
inflection .
The man , who - e house is on fire , cries Promises . ... woinflection : but the
roguish boy , who would of their power , and they should not be inraise a fülse
aların , cries , Firé , firé , fire , jured because they can't return it . with the rising
inflection .
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Idrak a wause aus febrifure , and slept ; But resled pot - harassol with horrid
dreams , Of burning desert , and cf dusty plains , Mountais , during tams - forus's
on fire , Steum , sunshine , Munk ?, and boiling likesHiilla of hot sun !, aut loving
st ...
Idrak a wause aus febrifure , and slept ; But resled pot - harassol with horrid
dreams , Of burning desert , and cf dusty plains , Mountais , during tams - forus's
on fire , Steum , sunshine , Munk ?, and boiling likesHiilla of hot sun !, aut loving
st ...
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Is cast , abandon'd , on the world's wide stage , What if the breath , that kindled
those grim fires , And dooin'd | in scanty poverty to ... Or helle - should spout her
cataracts of fire , Pity the sorrows | of a poor old man , ( door ; Impending horrors ...
Is cast , abandon'd , on the world's wide stage , What if the breath , that kindled
those grim fires , And dooin'd | in scanty poverty to ... Or helle - should spout her
cataracts of fire , Pity the sorrows | of a poor old man , ( door ; Impending horrors ...
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The unhappy man , ar- Among his angels : and his throne , itsell , rested as lie
was going to embark for his naMixe with Tartarean sulphur , and strange fire , tive
country , is brought before the wicked His own invented tormen's .-- But , perhaps
...
The unhappy man , ar- Among his angels : and his throne , itsell , rested as lie
was going to embark for his naMixe with Tartarean sulphur , and strange fire , tive
country , is brought before the wicked His own invented tormen's .-- But , perhaps
...
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Yankee ; and I won't fire at a Yankee . Jonathan . I've heerd ' em say they'd like
Percy . Well , call it a British regular , if to try . son please ; only fire . Percy . ... He
raises the for your king ; for we shall hang every Yankee *** 21 , and fires .
Yankee ; and I won't fire at a Yankee . Jonathan . I've heerd ' em say they'd like
Percy . Well , call it a British regular , if to try . son please ; only fire . Percy . ... He
raises the for your king ; for we shall hang every Yankee *** 21 , and fires .
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Términos y frases comunes
action Anecdote appear arms beauty become better body breath called cause character comes dear death deep earth effect evil eyes fear feel fire follow give hand happy head hear heart heaven honor hope hour human important keep kind knowledge language leave liberty light live look manner matter means mind Miss nature never Notes o'er object once pass passions perfect person pleasure practice present principles proper Proverbs reason receive rich rise round rule sense soul sound speak spirit sure tell thee thing thou thought tion true truth turn Varieties virtue voice whole wise wish young
Pasajes populares
Página 307 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Página 190 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Página 283 - That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship. Nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird, Passes ; and yon clear spring, that midst its herbs Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does. Thou hast not left Thyself...
Página 184 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Página 286 - True eloquence, indeed, does not consist in speech. It cannot be brought from far. Labor and learning may toil for it; but they will toil in vain. Words and phrases may be marshalled in every way; but they cannot compass it. It must exist in the man, in the subject, and in the occasion.
Página 184 - I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly ; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. — O that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains ! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts ! lago.
Página 258 - The brows of men, by the despairing light, Wore an unearthly aspect, as, by fits, The flashes fell upon them. Some lay down, And hid their eyes, and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up, With mad disquietude, on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses, cast them down upon the dust, And gnashed their teeth, and howled.
Página 126 - Hell-doomed, and breath'st defiance here and scorn, Where I reign king, and, to enrage thee more, Thy king and lord ? Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings, Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before.
Página 261 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 283 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun.