The New Speaker. With an Essay on ElocutionSaunders, Otley, and Company, 1861 - 395 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
9. oldal
... hands , endeavour to form in the air , I may almost say , all the figures of the mathematicians . Those , on the contrary , have hands so ponderous , and so fastened down by terror , that they could more easily move beams of timber ...
... hands , endeavour to form in the air , I may almost say , all the figures of the mathematicians . Those , on the contrary , have hands so ponderous , and so fastened down by terror , that they could more easily move beams of timber ...
16. oldal
... hand is read by those who are accustomed to it . Such blemishes and defects are obvious only to stran- gers , and they , in good manners , will not mention them . Thus the evil remains irremediable through life . " But , whilst reading ...
... hand is read by those who are accustomed to it . Such blemishes and defects are obvious only to stran- gers , and they , in good manners , will not mention them . Thus the evil remains irremediable through life . " But , whilst reading ...
18. oldal
... hand , if it is ungraceful , they are immediately prejudiced against him , and unwilling to allow him the merit , which , it may be , he has . Nor is this sentiment so unjust and unreasonable as at first it may seem ; for if a man has ...
... hand , if it is ungraceful , they are immediately prejudiced against him , and unwilling to allow him the merit , which , it may be , he has . Nor is this sentiment so unjust and unreasonable as at first it may seem ; for if a man has ...
44. oldal
... , war , flood , and fire , have dealt upon the pride of Rome . The busy , the ambitious , the inconstant , and the adventurous , may be said to throw themselves by design into the hands of fortune , and voluntarily 44 THE NEW SPEAKER .
... , war , flood , and fire , have dealt upon the pride of Rome . The busy , the ambitious , the inconstant , and the adventurous , may be said to throw themselves by design into the hands of fortune , and voluntarily 44 THE NEW SPEAKER .
45. oldal
John Connery. by design into the hands of fortune , and voluntarily to quit the power of governing themselves . The brightness of the sky , the lengthening of the days , the increasing verdure of the spring , the arrival of any piece of ...
John Connery. by design into the hands of fortune , and voluntarily to quit the power of governing themselves . The brightness of the sky , the lengthening of the days , the increasing verdure of the spring , the arrival of any piece of ...
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250. oldal - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
179. oldal - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
229. oldal - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss. Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
358. oldal - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
357. 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.
237. oldal - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
135. oldal - But the Consul's brow was sad, And the Consul's speech was low, And darkly looked he at the wall, And darkly at the foe. " Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge. What hope to save the town...
238. oldal - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they { Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
216. oldal - Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, ' Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
252. oldal - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...