The Elements of Elocution and Correct ReadingT. Laurie, 1871 - 170 páginas |
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... Liberty Against Idleness , & c . Mistaken Gentility 11 Mrs. Stowe Archd . Paley 11 12 Dr. Watts 12 W. Irving 12 VI . - PUNCTUATION 13 • VII . SUSTENTATION OF THE VOICE 14 VIII . NATURAL PITCH OF THE VOICE 16 " There lived a Man " IX ...
... Liberty Against Idleness , & c . Mistaken Gentility 11 Mrs. Stowe Archd . Paley 11 12 Dr. Watts 12 W. Irving 12 VI . - PUNCTUATION 13 • VII . SUSTENTATION OF THE VOICE 14 VIII . NATURAL PITCH OF THE VOICE 16 " There lived a Man " IX ...
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... Liberty Against Idleness , & c . Mistaken Gentility VI . - PUNCTUATION • VII . SUSTENTATION OF THE VOICE VIII . - NATURAL PITCH OF THE VOICE 1 222334 GON89 11 • Mrs. Stowe 11 Archd . Paley 12 Dr. Watts 12 W. Irving 12 13 16 IX ...
... Liberty Against Idleness , & c . Mistaken Gentility VI . - PUNCTUATION • VII . SUSTENTATION OF THE VOICE VIII . - NATURAL PITCH OF THE VOICE 1 222334 GON89 11 • Mrs. Stowe 11 Archd . Paley 12 Dr. Watts 12 W. Irving 12 13 16 IX ...
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... When you are dead , Eva ! " said St. Clare . child , don't talk to me so ! you are all I have on earth . ” Mrs. Stowe . 2. Civil Liberty . ( To be read deliberately . PART I. CHAP . V. - Natural Variations of Voice . 11.
... When you are dead , Eva ! " said St. Clare . child , don't talk to me so ! you are all I have on earth . ” Mrs. Stowe . 2. Civil Liberty . ( To be read deliberately . PART I. CHAP . V. - Natural Variations of Voice . 11.
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... liberty : to do what we will , consistently with the interest of the community to which we belong , is civil liberty , -that is to say , the only liberty to be desired in a state of civil society . The boasted liberty of a state of ...
... liberty : to do what we will , consistently with the interest of the community to which we belong , is civil liberty , -that is to say , the only liberty to be desired in a state of civil society . The boasted liberty of a state of ...
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... liberty 3 , - Nothing'4 - shall make ' me bear ' it ! 8. It is a crime to put a Roman citizen in bonds'1 ; - it is the height of guilt ' - to scourge'2 him ; - little less than parricide to put him to death'3 ; - what ' name ' , then ...
... liberty 3 , - Nothing'4 - shall make ' me bear ' it ! 8. It is a crime to put a Roman citizen in bonds'1 ; - it is the height of guilt ' - to scourge'2 him ; - little less than parricide to put him to death'3 ; - what ' name ' , then ...
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Página 93 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
Página 21 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Página 144 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones : So let it be with Caesar.
Página 124 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 44 - 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.
Página 24 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 108 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 149 - But that the dread of something after death — The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of...
Página 31 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Página 81 - And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad, — O ! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Environed with all these hideous fears? And madly play with my forefathers