Elocution: Or, Mental and Vocal PhilosophyMorton & Griswold, 1845 - 323 páginas |
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... hour , In crowded hall , or lonely bow'r , The bus'ness of my soul - shall be- Forever - to remember thee . Who more than he is worth doth spend , Ev'n makes a rope - his life to end One fool in a house is enough . 6. Put 38 PRINCIPLES ...
... hour , In crowded hall , or lonely bow'r , The bus'ness of my soul - shall be- Forever - to remember thee . Who more than he is worth doth spend , Ev'n makes a rope - his life to end One fool in a house is enough . 6. Put 38 PRINCIPLES ...
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... hour's practice , rest assured you are not muscular , or fleshy parts of the body , and let your efforts be made 1 nature's path : if you meet with difficulty , be particular to in- form your teacher , who will point out the cause and ...
... hour's practice , rest assured you are not muscular , or fleshy parts of the body , and let your efforts be made 1 nature's path : if you meet with difficulty , be particular to in- form your teacher , who will point out the cause and ...
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... hours , To breathe their momentary sweets , then go ; " Tis the stainless soul - within- That outshines - the fairest skin . Appearances - deceive ; And this one mazin — is a standing rule , - Men are not what they scem . 142. Many ...
... hours , To breathe their momentary sweets , then go ; " Tis the stainless soul - within- That outshines - the fairest skin . Appearances - deceive ; And this one mazin — is a standing rule , - Men are not what they scem . 142. Many ...
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... hours , days , weeks , months , years , and centuries ; space by inches , feet , yards , rods , and miles ; and motion , by the space passed over in a given time . Varieties . 1. Was the world created out of nothing ? 2. Fools - draw ...
... hours , days , weeks , months , years , and centuries ; space by inches , feet , yards , rods , and miles ; and motion , by the space passed over in a given time . Varieties . 1. Was the world created out of nothing ? 2. Fools - draw ...
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... hour , When , as the auspicious task was done , In solemn trust , the sword of power , Was giv'n to glory's unspoil'd son . That noble race is gone ; the suns Of fifty wears - have risen , and set ; But the bright links , those chosen ...
... hour , When , as the auspicious task was done , In solemn trust , the sword of power , Was giv'n to glory's unspoil'd son . That noble race is gone ; the suns Of fifty wears - have risen , and set ; But the bright links , those chosen ...
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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.