The Arts of Writing, Reading and Speaking, in Letters to a Law StudentJ. Crockford, 1863 - 336 oldal |
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23. oldal
... passages twice or thrice , if your memory is not filled with the words of the author , and observe , at each trial , the progress you have made , not merely by com- parison with the original , but by comparison with the previous ...
... passages twice or thrice , if your memory is not filled with the words of the author , and observe , at each trial , the progress you have made , not merely by com- parison with the original , but by comparison with the previous ...
69. oldal
... passages as you feel not to have been properly spoken , and when you come to them take special pains to avoid the fault of which you were conscious before . Suppose that you choose for your first lesson Andersen's clever story of the ...
... passages as you feel not to have been properly spoken , and when you come to them take special pains to avoid the fault of which you were conscious before . Suppose that you choose for your first lesson Andersen's clever story of the ...
74. oldal
... passages that were the most incorrectly read , and try them again , until you can read them rightly without reflection or pause . Scoring the imperfectly pronounced words with a pencil , as your listening friend , or your own ear ...
... passages that were the most incorrectly read , and try them again , until you can read them rightly without reflection or pause . Scoring the imperfectly pronounced words with a pencil , as your listening friend , or your own ear ...
99. oldal
... breathing through the nose , and not through the mouth . The uses of drawing breath through the nostrils are many . The air is filtered in If its passage by the bristles that line the nostrils F 2 XVI . 99 PAUSE - PUNCTUATION , & c .
... breathing through the nose , and not through the mouth . The uses of drawing breath through the nostrils are many . The air is filtered in If its passage by the bristles that line the nostrils F 2 XVI . 99 PAUSE - PUNCTUATION , & c .
100. oldal
Edward William Cox. If its passage by the bristles that line the nostrils , and the particles of dust floating about are thus prevented from touching the sensitive organs of the throat and you are saved many an inconvenient cough : the ...
Edward William Cox. If its passage by the bristles that line the nostrils , and the particles of dust floating about are thus prevented from touching the sensitive organs of the throat and you are saved many an inconvenient cough : the ...
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accomplishment acquired action actor appear argument art of reading Art of Speaking Art of Writing audience avoid Bankruptcy barrister Barrister-at-Law beginning breath Brutus Cæsar cloth Common Law composition convey County Courts cultivated dialogue difficult discourse drop letters EDWARD W effect elocution eloquence emotions emphasis endeavour English exercise expression faults feel give grammar habit hear hints ideas inflection intelligence Julius Cæsar Jury labour language lesson LETTER lips listen manner Mark Antony matter meaning memory metre Middle Temple mind narrative natural necessary never observe orator oratory passage pause periphrasis persons platform poetry practice precisely Price pulpit purpose raise your voice reader reading aloud repeat rightly rules sentence Solicitor sound speaker speech style talk taste teach tell thoughts tion tone tongue uncon utterance voice words written
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308. oldal - 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.
128. oldal - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
136. oldal - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
308. oldal - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer; not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
311. oldal - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
314. oldal - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
129. oldal - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
130. oldal - Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. — Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
312. oldal - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it ! 4 Cit.
138. oldal - There were two men in one city ; the one rich, and the other poor. The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds: but the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up : and it grew up together with him, and with his children; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him as a daughter.