Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking, as Well as for the Perusal of Persons of Taste : with an Appendix, Containing Concise Lessons on a New Plan, and Principles of English GrammarC. Elliot, 1789 - 398 oldal |
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31. oldal
... asking us at the fame time , whether in our confciences we believed that the men in any town of Great Britain would , upon the fame offer , and at the fame conjunc- ture , have loaded themselves with their wives ? or ra- ther , whether ...
... asking us at the fame time , whether in our confciences we believed that the men in any town of Great Britain would , upon the fame offer , and at the fame conjunc- ture , have loaded themselves with their wives ? or ra- ther , whether ...
81. oldal
... ask besides ? . But is it not fome reproach upon the economy of Providence , that fuch a one , who is a mean dirty fellow , fhould have amaffed wealth enough to buy half a nation ? " Not in the leaft . He made himself a mean dirty ...
... ask besides ? . But is it not fome reproach upon the economy of Providence , that fuch a one , who is a mean dirty fellow , fhould have amaffed wealth enough to buy half a nation ? " Not in the leaft . He made himself a mean dirty ...
125. oldal
... ask me what injury he had done me ? and why I could ufe him thus - I would have given twenty livres for an advocate - I have be- haved very ill , faid I within myfelf ; but I have only just fet out upon my travels , and fhall learn ...
... ask me what injury he had done me ? and why I could ufe him thus - I would have given twenty livres for an advocate - I have be- haved very ill , faid I within myfelf ; but I have only just fet out upon my travels , and fhall learn ...
207. oldal
... Ask riddance , if we mean to tread with eafe Meanwhile , as Nature wills , night bids us reft . To whom thus Eve , with perfect beauty adorn'd . My author and difpofer ! what thou bidst Unargu'd I obey , fo God ordains : God is thy law ...
... Ask riddance , if we mean to tread with eafe Meanwhile , as Nature wills , night bids us reft . To whom thus Eve , with perfect beauty adorn'd . My author and difpofer ! what thou bidst Unargu'd I obey , fo God ordains : God is thy law ...
214. oldal
... ask him for a place . " " Pitholeon libell'd me " - " But here's a letter Informs you , Sir , ' twas when he knew no better . " Blefs me ! a packet ! " " Tis a stranger fues ; A virgin - tragedy , an orphan mufe . " If I didike it ...
... ask him for a place . " " Pitholeon libell'd me " - " But here's a letter Informs you , Sir , ' twas when he knew no better . " Blefs me ! a packet ! " " Tis a stranger fues ; A virgin - tragedy , an orphan mufe . " If I didike it ...
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375. oldal - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
321. oldal - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
209. oldal - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
220. oldal - 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.
109. oldal - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
353. oldal - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is that word honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? He that died o
323. oldal - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
336. oldal - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
321. oldal - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
187. oldal - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.