Lessons in Elocution: Or, Miscellaneous Pieces in Prose and Verse, Selected from the Best Authors, for the Perusal of Persons of Taste, and the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingC. Talbot, 1781 - 442 pages |
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Common terms and phrases
addrefs againſt anceſtors arife army beauty becauſe beſt blefs caft confequence confider conftitution converfation defign defire difcretion enemies eſteem Euphronius eyes fafe faid fame feem fenfe ferve fervice fhall fhew fhort fhould fide filent firft fmile foldiers fome foon foul fpirit friends friendſhip ftand ftate ftill ftory fubjects fuch fuffer fuperior fure happineſs hath heart heaven herſelf himſelf honour houfe houſe intereft itſelf juft juftice Jugurtha laft laſt leaft leaſt lefs loft Long parliaments look mafter mankind meaſures mifery mind moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature Numidia o'er obferved occafion ourſelves paffion pafs parliaments perfon pleaſe pleaſure poffeffed praiſe prefent preferve Pythias raiſed reaſon refpect reft rife Roman Rome ſhall ſtate thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thouſand tion truth uncle Toby uſe virtue whofe whoſe wife youth
Popular passages
Page 356 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 387 - What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not, That made them do it ; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Page 339 - The village master taught his little school; 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 laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 360 - HERE rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown ; Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Page 250 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all...
Page 169 - Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? 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.
Page 343 - I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 360 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; 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.
Page 263 - Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
Page 357 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.