The Speaker; Or, Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers, Disposed Under Proper Heads for the Improvement of Youth, in Reading and Speaking. To which are Prefixed Two Essays: I. On Elocution. II. On Reading Works of TasteW. Clowes, 1827 - Всего страниц: 346 |
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... thousand intimate acquaintances , and not a friend among them all . If you have one friend , think yourself happy . 13 When once you profess yourself a friend , endeavour to be always such . He can never have any true friends , that ...
... thousand intimate acquaintances , and not a friend among them all . If you have one friend , think yourself happy . 13 When once you profess yourself a friend , endeavour to be always such . He can never have any true friends , that ...
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... thousand talents to divide Asia equally with him , he answered , " The earth can- not bear two suns , nor Asia two kings . " Parmenio , a friend of Alexander's , hearing the great offers Darius had made , said , " Were I Alexander , I ...
... thousand talents to divide Asia equally with him , he answered , " The earth can- not bear two suns , nor Asia two kings . " Parmenio , a friend of Alexander's , hearing the great offers Darius had made , said , " Were I Alexander , I ...
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... thousand . Be not confident in a plain way . Let reason go before every enterprise , and counsel before every action . CHAP . VI . THE latter part of a wise man's life is taken up in curing the follies , prejudices , and false opinions ...
... thousand . Be not confident in a plain way . Let reason go before every enterprise , and counsel before every action . CHAP . VI . THE latter part of a wise man's life is taken up in curing the follies , prejudices , and false opinions ...
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... thousand pangs , which tore the lover's breast Upon her breathless corse himself he threw , And to her clay cold lips , with trembling haste , Ten thousand kisses gave . He strove to speak : Nor words he found : he clasp'd her in his ...
... thousand pangs , which tore the lover's breast Upon her breathless corse himself he threw , And to her clay cold lips , with trembling haste , Ten thousand kisses gave . He strove to speak : Nor words he found : he clasp'd her in his ...
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... thousand vexa- tions , which fret away happiness , and which nothing is re- quired to remove but a little dexterity of conduct and readi- ness of expedients . No degree of knowledge attainable by man is able to set him above the want of ...
... thousand vexa- tions , which fret away happiness , and which nothing is re- quired to remove but a little dexterity of conduct and readi- ness of expedients . No degree of knowledge attainable by man is able to set him above the want of ...
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Стр. 91 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Стр. 155 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious I slew him.
Стр. 229 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 248 - Or call up him that left half told The Story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Стр. 254 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners: But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Стр. 245 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Стр. 242 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Стр. 244 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Стр. 335 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law.
Стр. 250 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.