The speaker: or, Miscellaneous pieces selected from the best English writers. To which are prefixed two essays: i. On elocution. ii. On reading works of taste, by W. Enfield. Genuine ed., ed. with the addition of popular pieces from modern authors, by J. PycroftWilliam Enfield, James Pycroft 1851 |
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... hath not passed through the venom thereof ; who hath not drawn the yoke thereof , nor been bound in its bonds ; for the yoke thereof is a yoke of iron , and the bands thereof are bands of brass ; the death thereof is an evil death . My ...
... hath not passed through the venom thereof ; who hath not drawn the yoke thereof , nor been bound in its bonds ; for the yoke thereof is a yoke of iron , and the bands thereof are bands of brass ; the death thereof is an evil death . My ...
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... hath not done it ; and if he have , that he do it no more . Admonish thy friend ; it may be he hath not said it ; or if he have , that he speak it not again . Admonish a friend ; for many times it is a slander ; and believe not every ...
... hath not done it ; and if he have , that he do it no more . Admonish thy friend ; it may be he hath not said it ; or if he have , that he speak it not again . Admonish a friend ; for many times it is a slander ; and believe not every ...
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... hath his quarrel just : And he but naked , though lock'd up in steel , Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted . CHAPTER IX . OH , World ! thy slippery turns : Friends now fast sworn , Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart ...
... hath his quarrel just : And he but naked , though lock'd up in steel , Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted . CHAPTER IX . OH , World ! thy slippery turns : Friends now fast sworn , Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart ...
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... Hath this extent ; no more . Rude am I in speech , And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years ' pith , Till now some nine moons wasted , they have us'd Their dearest action in the ...
... Hath this extent ; no more . Rude am I in speech , And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years ' pith , Till now some nine moons wasted , they have us'd Their dearest action in the ...
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... hath many advantages over all the artificial modes of dissimulation and deceit . It is much the plainer and easier , much the safer and more secure way of dealing in the world ; it has less of trouble and difficulty , of entanglement ...
... hath many advantages over all the artificial modes of dissimulation and deceit . It is much the plainer and easier , much the safer and more secure way of dealing in the world ; it has less of trouble and difficulty , of entanglement ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 79 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 352 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 77 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Seite 153 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer; not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen?
Seite 317 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 351 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Seite 352 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 248 - His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Seite 325 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Seite 192 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.