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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... tears ; and often , when the virgins of the hamlet were assembled at their evening sports , she would steal in among them , and captivate their hearts by her tales full of a charming sadness . She wore on her head a garland com- posed ...
... tears ; and often , when the virgins of the hamlet were assembled at their evening sports , she would steal in among them , and captivate their hearts by her tales full of a charming sadness . She wore on her head a garland com- posed ...
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... tear fall upon the place : I could not be deceived by what followed . " I shall find , " said he , " some other way to get it off . " When the marquis had said this , he returned his sword into its scabbard , made a bow to the guardian ...
... tear fall upon the place : I could not be deceived by what followed . " I shall find , " said he , " some other way to get it off . " When the marquis had said this , he returned his sword into its scabbard , made a bow to the guardian ...
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... tears trickled down her cheeks . I sat down close by her ; and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell , with my handkerchief . I then steeped it in my own and then in hers - and then in mine - and then I wiped hers again — and as I ...
... tears trickled down her cheeks . I sat down close by her ; and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell , with my handkerchief . I then steeped it in my own and then in hers - and then in mine - and then I wiped hers again — and as I ...
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... tear , Fast falling o'er the primrose pale So morning dews appear . But oh ! his sister's jealous care ( A cruel sister she ! ) Forbade what Emma came to say , My Edwin , live for me . Now homeward as she hopeless went , The churchyard ...
... tear , Fast falling o'er the primrose pale So morning dews appear . But oh ! his sister's jealous care ( A cruel sister she ! ) Forbade what Emma came to say , My Edwin , live for me . Now homeward as she hopeless went , The churchyard ...
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... tear that parting drew ) Embark'd , reluctant , for her native isle . Though learned , curious , and though noble , bent With each rare talent to adorn his mind , His native land to serve ; no joys he found . Yet sprightly Gaul ; yet ...
... tear that parting drew ) Embark'd , reluctant , for her native isle . Though learned , curious , and though noble , bent With each rare talent to adorn his mind , His native land to serve ; no joys he found . Yet sprightly Gaul ; yet ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
anger army Balaam beauty bliss bosom breast breath Brutus Cæsar cæsura CHAPTER cried death divine earth elocution endeavour eternal Ev'n ev'ry expression father fear feel fool fortune Fram Gauls genius give glory Gods grace Grongar Hill hand happy hast hath head hear heart Heav'n honour hope Iago imagination kind king labour live Long Parliaments look lord Macd mankind manner Maria means mind motley fool Muse nature Nature's never night noble Nymph o'er pain Parliament passion patricians pause peace perfection pity pleasure poor postilion pow'r praise privy counsellor racter Scythians sense sentence shade SHAKSPEARE Sir John smile SNEYD DAVIES soul speak spirit Sterl sweet Syphax taste tears tell Theana thee things thou thought truth uncle Toby virtue voice whole wisdom wise words writing youth
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.