An American Selection of Lessons in Reading and Speaking: Calculated to Improve the Minds and Refine the Taste of Youth : to which are Prefixed Rules in Elocution, and Directions for Expressing the Principal Passions of the MindFrom Sidney's Press for I. Beers and I. Cooke, 1804 - 225 strán (strany) |
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Strana 4
... falling of the voice in pronouncing the closing fyllable of a period . This ought not to be uniform , but different at the clofe of different fentences . * But in interrogative fentences , the sense often requires the clofing word or ...
... falling of the voice in pronouncing the closing fyllable of a period . This ought not to be uniform , but different at the clofe of different fentences . * But in interrogative fentences , the sense often requires the clofing word or ...
Strana 6
... falls , the eyes are caft down and half fhut , words few , and interrupt- ed with fighs . Fear opens the eyes and mouth , fhortens the nofe , draws down the eye - brows , gives the countenance an air of wildness ; the face becomes pale ...
... falls , the eyes are caft down and half fhut , words few , and interrupt- ed with fighs . Fear opens the eyes and mouth , fhortens the nofe , draws down the eye - brows , gives the countenance an air of wildness ; the face becomes pale ...
Strana 12
... fall , is held up by his friends ; but a poor man , being down , is thruft away by his friends . When a rich man is fallen , he hath many helpers ; he fpeaketh things not to be spoken , and yet men juftify him ; the poor man flipt , and ...
... fall , is held up by his friends ; but a poor man , being down , is thruft away by his friends . When a rich man is fallen , he hath many helpers ; he fpeaketh things not to be spoken , and yet men juftify him ; the poor man flipt , and ...
Strana 16
... which it inherits , fhall diffolve ; And , like the bafelefs fabric of a vifion , Leave not a wreck behind ! We are fuch stuff As dreams are made on , and our little life unded with a fleep . So it falls out , That what we have we 16.
... which it inherits , fhall diffolve ; And , like the bafelefs fabric of a vifion , Leave not a wreck behind ! We are fuch stuff As dreams are made on , and our little life unded with a fleep . So it falls out , That what we have we 16.
Strana 17
... falls out , That what we have we prize not to the worth While we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and loft , Why then we wreak the value ; then we find The virtue that poffeffion would not show us , While it was ours . Cowards die many times ...
... falls out , That what we have we prize not to the worth While we enjoy it ; but being lack'd and loft , Why then we wreak the value ; then we find The virtue that poffeffion would not show us , While it was ours . Cowards die many times ...
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An American Selection of Lessons in Reading and Speaking: Calculated to ... Noah Webster Úplné zobrazenie - 1805 |
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Strana 216 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection.
Strana 214 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Strana 213 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Strana 221 - And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Strana 190 - WE all of us complain of the Shortness of Time, saith Seneca, and yet have much more than we know what to do with. Our Lives, says he, are spent either in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing to the purpose, or in doing nothing that we ought to do: We are always Complaining our Days are few, and Acting as though there would be no End of them.
Strana 169 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Strana 169 - The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd. " What differ more (you cry) than crown and cowl !" I'll tell you, friend ! a wise man and a fool.
Strana 211 - Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms ; The sun that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks : Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget, The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.
Strana 62 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance : for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Strana 16 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together...