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 - 346 oldal |
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vi. oldal
... SOUL ............ ...... Spectator , 116 5. ON THE BEING OF A GOD 2. VIRTUE OUR HIGHEST INTEREST , Harris , 114 3. THE SAME SUBJECT ............ Ib . 116 Chap . BOOK V. - ORATIONS AND HARANGUES . Page Chap . 1. JUNIUS BRUTUS OVER THE ...
... SOUL ............ ...... Spectator , 116 5. ON THE BEING OF A GOD 2. VIRTUE OUR HIGHEST INTEREST , Harris , 114 3. THE SAME SUBJECT ............ Ib . 116 Chap . BOOK V. - ORATIONS AND HARANGUES . Page Chap . 1. JUNIUS BRUTUS OVER THE ...
xii. oldal
... soul , by tearing a passion to rags , to very tatters , to split the ears of the groundlings . " Cicero compares such speakers to cripples , who get on horseback because they cannot walk : they bellow , because they cannot speak . RULE ...
... soul , by tearing a passion to rags , to very tatters , to split the ears of the groundlings . " Cicero compares such speakers to cripples , who get on horseback because they cannot walk : they bellow , because they cannot speak . RULE ...
xviii. oldal
... soul . Emphasis is often destroyed by an injudicious attempt to read melodiously . In reading verse , this fault sometimes arises from a false notion of the necessity of preserving an al- ternate succession of unaccented and accented ...
... soul . Emphasis is often destroyed by an injudicious attempt to read melodiously . In reading verse , this fault sometimes arises from a false notion of the necessity of preserving an al- ternate succession of unaccented and accented ...
xxx. oldal
... soul in pleasing sym- pathy while Pastoral Song , in the artless notes of Theo- critus , or in the sweet melody of the Mantuan pipe , plays gently about the fancy and the heart . Satire , in the mean time , provides entertainment for ...
... soul in pleasing sym- pathy while Pastoral Song , in the artless notes of Theo- critus , or in the sweet melody of the Mantuan pipe , plays gently about the fancy and the heart . Satire , in the mean time , provides entertainment for ...
1. oldal
... A contented mind , and a good conscience , will make a man happy in all conditions . He knows not how to fear , who dares to die . B There is but one way of fortifying the soul against SELECT SENTENCES ****** BOOK I ON ANGER.
... A contented mind , and a good conscience , will make a man happy in all conditions . He knows not how to fear , who dares to die . B There is but one way of fortifying the soul against SELECT SENTENCES ****** BOOK I ON ANGER.
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91. oldal - 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.
155. oldal - 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.
229. oldal - 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.
248. oldal - 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...
254. oldal - 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...
245. oldal - 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...
242. oldal - 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.
244. 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.
335. oldal - 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.
250. oldal - 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.