The Speaker: Or Miscellaneous Pieces, Selected from the Best English Writers, and Disposed Under Proper Heads, with a View to Facilitate the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking, to which are Prefixed Two Essays: I. On Elocution. II. On Reading Works of TasteWilliam Enfield Stereotyped by Andrew Wilson, 1823 - Всего страниц: 346 |
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... lives like other folks . Then you will pass into Africa : WILL pass , did I say ? In expressing any maxim , or doctrine , which contains much meaning in a few words , the weight of the sentiment should be accompanied with a ...
... lives like other folks . Then you will pass into Africa : WILL pass , did I say ? In expressing any maxim , or doctrine , which contains much meaning in a few words , the weight of the sentiment should be accompanied with a ...
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... live upon con- tentedly . A contented mind , and a good conscience , will make a man happy in all conditions . He knows not how to fear , who dares to die . B There is but one way of fortifying the soul against BOOK I SELECT SENTENCES ...
... live upon con- tentedly . A contented mind , and a good conscience , will make a man happy in all conditions . He knows not how to fear , who dares to die . B There is but one way of fortifying the soul against BOOK I SELECT SENTENCES ...
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... live at present , but are providing to live another time . Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few . To endeavour to work upon the vulgar with fine sense , is like attempting to hew blocks of marble with a razor ...
... live at present , but are providing to live another time . Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few . To endeavour to work upon the vulgar with fine sense , is like attempting to hew blocks of marble with a razor ...
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... lives and limbs in the dispute ; but when that is once at an end , it is no more thought on , but sleeps in oblivion , buried in rubbish , which no one thinks it worth his pains to rake into , much less to remove . Honour is but a ...
... lives and limbs in the dispute ; but when that is once at an end , it is no more thought on , but sleeps in oblivion , buried in rubbish , which no one thinks it worth his pains to rake into , much less to remove . Honour is but a ...
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... live in brass ; their virtues we write in water . The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle , that we tread upon , In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great , As when a giant dies . How far the little candle ...
... live in brass ; their virtues we write in water . The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle , that we tread upon , In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great , As when a giant dies . How far the little candle ...
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The Speaker: Or, Miscellaneous Pieces, Selected from the Best English ... William Enfield Полный просмотр - 1782 |
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Стр. 325 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die : to sleep...
Стр. 217 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Стр. 311 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Стр. 316 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Стр. 305 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Стр. 150 - Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Стр. 297 - No matter where ; of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
Стр. 323 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Стр. 184 - As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone.
Стр. 334 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen fired another Troy ! Thus long ago, Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire.