Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingIsaiah Thomas, Jr., 1814 - 407 páginas |
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... Palemon and Lavinia , Thomson , ib . 6. Celadon and Amelia , ih . 246 7. Description of Mab , queen of the fairies , Shakespeare , 247 8. On the existence of a Deity , Young , 248 · 9. Evening in paradise described , Milton , ib . 10 ...
... Palemon and Lavinia , Thomson , ib . 6. Celadon and Amelia , ih . 246 7. Description of Mab , queen of the fairies , Shakespeare , 247 8. On the existence of a Deity , Young , 248 · 9. Evening in paradise described , Milton , ib . 10 ...
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... Palemon and Lavinia . — THOMSON THE lovely young Lavinia once had friends , And fortune smil'd , deceitful , on her birth . For in her helpless years , depriv'd of all , Of every stay , save Innocence and Heaven , She with her widow'd ...
... Palemon and Lavinia . — THOMSON THE lovely young Lavinia once had friends , And fortune smil'd , deceitful , on her birth . For in her helpless years , depriv'd of all , Of every stay , save Innocence and Heaven , She with her widow'd ...
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... Palemon's fields . — The pride of swains Falemon was ; the generous and the rich ; Who led the rural life , in all its joy And elegance , such as Arcadian song Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times ; When tyrant Custom had not ...
... Palemon's fields . — The pride of swains Falemon was ; the generous and the rich ; Who led the rural life , in all its joy And elegance , such as Arcadian song Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times ; When tyrant Custom had not ...
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... Palemon , passionate and just , Pour'd out the pious rapture of his soul . " And art thou , then , Acasto's dear remains i She whom my restless gratitude has sought So long in vain ? O yes ! the very same , The soften'd image of my ...
... Palemon , passionate and just , Pour'd out the pious rapture of his soul . " And art thou , then , Acasto's dear remains i She whom my restless gratitude has sought So long in vain ? O yes ! the very same , The soften'd image of my ...
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action admire appear arms beauty behold blood body breast breath Brutus Carthaginians Cesar charm Cicero Clodius creatures dear death delight Dovedale e'en earth enemy eternal eyes fair fame father fear fortune friends Gilpin give glory grace hand happy hath head hear heart heaven honor hope hour human John Gilpin Jugurtha Keswick kind king Lady G live look Lord lyre mankind manner master Micipsa Milo mind morning nature never night noble Numidia o'er once pain passion Patricians person pleasure Plebeian Pompey praise privy counsellor Rhadamanthus rise Roman Roman Senate Rome scene Sicily side sight smile soul sound Spain speak spirit sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand tion Tis green truth Twas uncle Toby virtue voice whole wise words young youth
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Página 256 - 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.
Página 377 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Página 382 - 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.
Página 376 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Página 245 - With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Página 380 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain ; And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre.
Página 371 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Página 380 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 389 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, \ As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. \ Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an Echo to the sense...
Página 368 - 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, trimly...