The Speaker; Or, Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers, Disposed Under Proper Heads for the Improvement of Youth, in Reading and Speaking. To which are Prefixed Two Essays: I. On Elocution. II. On Reading Works of TasteW. Clowes, 1827 - 346 strán (strany) |
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Strana 6
... hast examined the truth ; under- stand first , and then rebuke . If thou wouldst get a friend , prove him first , and be not hasty to credit him ; for some men are friends for their own occasions , and will not abide in the day of thy ...
... hast examined the truth ; under- stand first , and then rebuke . If thou wouldst get a friend , prove him first , and be not hasty to credit him ; for some men are friends for their own occasions , and will not abide in the day of thy ...
Strana 27
... hast one comfort , friend , said I , at least , in the loss of thy poor beast ; I am sure thou hast been a merciful master to him . - Alas ! said the mourner , I thought so , when he was alive - but now he his dead I think otherwise - I ...
... hast one comfort , friend , said I , at least , in the loss of thy poor beast ; I am sure thou hast been a merciful master to him . - Alas ! said the mourner , I thought so , when he was alive - but now he his dead I think otherwise - I ...
Strana 79
... hast got a hundred enemies ; and , till thou hast gone on , and raised a swarm of wasps about thine ears , and art half stung to death by them , thou wilt never be con- vinced it is so . I cannot suspect it in the man whom I esteem ...
... hast got a hundred enemies ; and , till thou hast gone on , and raised a swarm of wasps about thine ears , and art half stung to death by them , thou wilt never be con- vinced it is so . I cannot suspect it in the man whom I esteem ...
Strana 184
... hast been a libertine , And all th ' embossed sores and headed evils , That thou with license of free foot hast caught , Wouldst thou disgorge into the genʼral world . Jaq . Why , who cries out on pride , That can therein tax any ...
... hast been a libertine , And all th ' embossed sores and headed evils , That thou with license of free foot hast caught , Wouldst thou disgorge into the genʼral world . Jaq . Why , who cries out on pride , That can therein tax any ...
Strana 195
... hast lost the breed of noble bloods . When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her wide walls encompass'd but one man ...
... hast lost the breed of noble bloods . When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her wide walls encompass'd but one man ...
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Strana 91 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Strana 155 - 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.
Strana 229 - 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.
Strana 248 - Or call up him that left half told The Story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Strana 254 - 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...
Strana 245 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Strana 242 - 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.
Strana 244 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Strana 335 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law.
Strana 250 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.