Lectures Concerning Oratory: Delivered in Trinity College, DublinG. Faulkner, 1759 - 457 oldal |
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221. oldal - Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave: where nothing, But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air, Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstasy: the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their caps, Dying or ere they sicken.
259. oldal - Bacchanals' cries : Ah, see, he dies ! Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he sung ; Eurydice still trembled on his tongue ; Eurydice the woods, Eurydice the floods, Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung.
267. oldal - Warriors, the flower of heav'n, once yours, now lost, If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal spirits; or have ye chos'n this place After the toil of battle to repose Your wearied virtue, for the ease you find To slumber here, as in the vales of heav'n? Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the conqueror?
251. oldal - Why comes not Death, Said hee, with one thrice acceptable stroke To end me? Shall Truth fail to keep her word, Justice Divine not hast'n to be just? But Death comes not at call, Justice Divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries. O Woods, O Fountains, Hillocks, Dales and Bowrs, With other echo late I taught your Shades To answer, and resound farr other Song.
263. oldal - Addifon hath commended a Paflage of Milton \ And had Earth been then, All Earth had to her Center fhook. Yet it feems that it may be doubted, whether the Poet, after reprefenting all Heaven refounding with the Tumult of the Angels engaged in Battle, hath not gone out of his Way, to add an Image that weakens the foregoing. THE...
180. oldal - Paffions, as we have feen, were given to roufe us from Indolence,. to make us active and enterprizing. Hence they are quick, lively, powerful, but foon fubfide. And this was gracioufly ordained, that, having anfwered their End, they might become weak, and eafily manageable by Reafon. Wherefore, "follow " Nature. Seek not to keep long in Motion a " Spring formed for quick, but fhort Action.
268. oldal - As the poets," says DR. LAWSON, " abound most in figures, it might be fit that all who mean to excel in eloquence should, at least in their youth, be conversant with their writings.
242. oldal - Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder, that the lowest bottom shook Of Erebus.
172. oldal - You cannot be much affected by what he [the speaker] says, if you do not look upon him to be a Man of Probity, who is in earnest, and doth himself believe what he endeavoreth to make out as credible to you.
406. oldal - Or gilded clouds in fair expanfion lie, And bring all Paradife before your eye. To reft, the Cufhion and foft Dean invite, Who never mentions Hell to ears polite.