Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingHill and Moore, 1820 - 384 psl. |
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... Lord Mansfield , SECTION IU . Page . 293 298 ELOQUENCE OF THE BAR . 1 Pleadings of Cicero against Verres , 2. Cicero for Milo , SECTION IV . 30 % 306 SPEECHES ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS . 1. Romulus to the people of Rome , after building the ...
... Lord Mansfield , SECTION IU . Page . 293 298 ELOQUENCE OF THE BAR . 1 Pleadings of Cicero against Verres , 2. Cicero for Milo , SECTION IV . 30 % 306 SPEECHES ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS . 1. Romulus to the people of Rome , after building the ...
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... lord . ” " Then , " replied the judge , " this cannot be your bag , as it contained but a hundred pounds ; therefore the plaintiff must keep it till the true owner appears ; and you must look for your bag where you can find it . ” XII ...
... lord . ” " Then , " replied the judge , " this cannot be your bag , as it contained but a hundred pounds ; therefore the plaintiff must keep it till the true owner appears ; and you must look for your bag where you can find it . ” XII ...
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... Lord of nature . He rose with confidence and tranquillity , and pressed on with his sabre in his hand ; for the beasts of the desert were in motion , and on every hand were heard the mingled howls of rage and fear , and ravage and ...
... Lord of nature . He rose with confidence and tranquillity , and pressed on with his sabre in his hand ; for the beasts of the desert were in motion , and on every hand were heard the mingled howls of rage and fear , and ravage and ...
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... Lord , i receive your Grace's commands . " If he is at an entertainment , you may see the pieces of bread continually multiplying round his plate ; ' tis true , the company want it , as well as their knives and forks , which Menacles ...
... Lord , i receive your Grace's commands . " If he is at an entertainment , you may see the pieces of bread continually multiplying round his plate ; ' tis true , the company want it , as well as their knives and forks , which Menacles ...
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... lord Vienne , imparts a right to be the first in giving my life for your sakes . 1 give it freely give it cheerfully . Who comes next ? " " Your son , " exclaimed a youth , not yet come to maturity .- " Ah , my child , " cried St ...
... lord Vienne , imparts a right to be the first in giving my life for your sakes . 1 give it freely give it cheerfully . Who comes next ? " " Your son , " exclaimed a youth , not yet come to maturity .- " Ah , my child , " cried St ...
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