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 is Prefixed An Essay on ElocutionJoseph Larkin, 1808 - 400 Seiten |
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... STERLING . STERL . WHAT are your commands with me , Sir John ? - SIR JOHN . After having carried the negociation be- tween our families to so great a length , after having as- sented so readily to all your proposals , as well as ...
... STERLING . STERL . WHAT are your commands with me , Sir John ? - SIR JOHN . After having carried the negociation be- tween our families to so great a length , after having as- sented so readily to all your proposals , as well as ...
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... Sterling will no doubt recommend her to a person of equal , if not superi- or rank to myself , and our families may still be allied by my union with Miss Fanny , STERL . Mighty fine , truly ! Why , what the plague do you make of us ...
... Sterling will no doubt recommend her to a person of equal , if not superi- or rank to myself , and our families may still be allied by my union with Miss Fanny , STERL . Mighty fine , truly ! Why , what the plague do you make of us ...
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... STERL . Well ! SIR JOHN . Now if you will but consent to my waving that marriage STERL . I agree to your waving that marriage ? Im possible , Sir John ! SIR JOHN . I hope not , sir ; as on my part , I will a- gree to wave my right to ...
... STERL . Well ! SIR JOHN . Now if you will but consent to my waving that marriage STERL . I agree to your waving that marriage ? Im possible , Sir John ! SIR JOHN . I hope not , sir ; as on my part , I will a- gree to wave my right to ...
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... STERL . True , true ; and since you only transfer from one girl to the other , it is no more than transferring so much stock , you know . SIR JOHN . The very thing . STERL . Odso ! I had quite forgot . We are reckon ing without our host ...
... STERL . True , true ; and since you only transfer from one girl to the other , it is no more than transferring so much stock , you know . SIR JOHN . The very thing . STERL . Odso ! I had quite forgot . We are reckon ing without our host ...
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... STERL . You remember it is thirty thousand , SIR JOHN . To be sure I do . STERL . But , Sir John ! one thing more . My Lord must know nothing of this stroke of friendship between us . SIR JOHN . Not for the world . Let me alone ! let me ...
... STERL . You remember it is thirty thousand , SIR JOHN . To be sure I do . STERL . But , Sir John ! one thing more . My Lord must know nothing of this stroke of friendship between us . SIR JOHN . Not for the world . Let me alone ! let me ...
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army Balaam behold bliss bosom breast breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius CHAP crown Dæmons daugh death Dendermond divine doth earth eternal Eugenius Eurydice Eust ev'ry eyes fair fate father fear fool fortune Fram give Gods grace Grongar Hill hand happy hath head hear heart Heav'n honour hope hour IAGO king labour live look Lord lyre Macd means Michael Cassio mind motley fool Muse nature Nature's never night noble Nymph o'er once pain Parliament passion Patricians peace pity pleasure poor pow'r praise round Scythians sense shade SHAKSPEARE shew SIR JOHN sleep smile soft soul sound speak spirit STERL sweet Syphax tears tell Theana thee thing thou art thou hast thought thro Trim truth uncle Toby vale virtue voice winds wisdom wise words Yorick youth
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Seite 96 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Seite 15 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Seite 16 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Seite 372 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, — not without cause: What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Seite 376 - 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 277 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; 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.
Seite 58 - I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively...
Seite 108 - In the bright muse, tho' thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Tho...
Seite 364 - O my lord, Must I, then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Seite 284 - The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...