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A Guide to Elocution: Divided Into Six Parts, Grammar, Composition, Synonymy ... John Sabine Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2008 |
A Guide to Elocution: Divided Into Six Parts, Grammar, Composition, Synonymy ... John Sabine Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2008 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adjective Adverb appear arms Auxiliary beauty Better boast breast Cæsar censure charms composition Decemvirs DEFECTIVE VERBS e'en elegant English English Language ev'ry EXAMPLE express eyes fame fools frequently Future Tense Gender Genitive genius give glory gods grace hand happy heart Heav'n's heaven Hector honor Imperative Mood Imperfect Tense Indicative Mood Inelegant Infinitive Mood king kiss language Latin learn'd learned Lord means metaphors mind Mood nature never Nominative Nouns o'er Participle passion Passive Patricians peace Perfect persons pleas'd pleasure Plebeians Pluperfect Tense Plural poetry poets POPE POPE'S HOMER Potential Mood praise Preposition Present Tense pride Pronoun proper racters reign Romans Rome round RULE Scythians sense sentence shew Singular smile soul sound speak speech style Subjunctive Mood Substantive sweet syllables thee thing thou thought thro tion to-morrow Verb virtue vowel wise words writing youth
Népszerű szakaszok
167. oldal - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honor ; and have respect to mine honor, 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.
253. oldal - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
251. oldal - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
280. oldal - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
276. oldal - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These, here disporting, own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
273. oldal - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
228. oldal - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
255. oldal - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad, In naked majesty seemed lords of all : And worthy seemed ; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure (Severe, but in true filial freedom placed,) Whence true authority in men...
236. oldal - And through their lucid veil his softened force Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the time For those whom wisdom and whom nature charm To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, And soar above this little scene of things; To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their feet. To soothe the throbbing passions into peace, And woo lone quiet in her silent walks.
255. oldal - 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...