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... Sweets " Sonnet to the Moon Roscoe 178 Pope 179 Campbell 180 Lord Byron 181 T. Moore 182 Campbell 183 Lord Byron 184 Charlotte Smith 185 Last Seven Days of Madoc's Voyage to America . Autumnal Day in America The Alderman's Funeral ...
... Sweets " Sonnet to the Moon Roscoe 178 Pope 179 Campbell 180 Lord Byron 181 T. Moore 182 Campbell 183 Lord Byron 184 Charlotte Smith 185 Last Seven Days of Madoc's Voyage to America . Autumnal Day in America The Alderman's Funeral ...
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... sweet'er . It is the evening service to the Virgin , said the young man'- but ' / who has taught her to play it - or , how she came by her pipe ' , no one knows ' : we think that Heâven has assisted her in both ' ; for ever since she ...
... sweet'er . It is the evening service to the Virgin , said the young man'- but ' / who has taught her to play it - or , how she came by her pipe ' , no one knows ' : we think that Heâven has assisted her in both ' ; for ever since she ...
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... sweet and gracious goddess ( whom all in public or in private wor'ship ) , whose taste is grateful , and e`ver wi'll be so , till Nature her'self shall cha'nge- -no tint of words can spo't thy snowy ma'ntle , nor chymic power turn thy ...
... sweet and gracious goddess ( whom all in public or in private wor'ship ) , whose taste is grateful , and e`ver wi'll be so , till Nature her'self shall cha'nge- -no tint of words can spo't thy snowy ma'ntle , nor chymic power turn thy ...
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... sweet and refreshing to a'll / around- ne'r . Her speech / did win all affections . And aga'in , she could put forth such alter'ations ( when obe'dience was la'cking ) as left no doubting whose daughter she wa's . When she s'miled , it ...
... sweet and refreshing to a'll / around- ne'r . Her speech / did win all affections . And aga'in , she could put forth such alter'ations ( when obe'dience was la'cking ) as left no doubting whose daughter she wa's . When she s'miled , it ...
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... Sweet in'nocence ! thou stran'ger to offence ' " And inward storm ' ! He ' , who yon skies / involves " In frowns of dark'ness , e`ver - smiles on thee ' " With kind regard ' . O'er th'ee / the secret shaft / That wastes at mid'night ...
... Sweet in'nocence ! thou stran'ger to offence ' " And inward storm ' ! He ' , who yon skies / involves " In frowns of dark'ness , e`ver - smiles on thee ' " With kind regard ' . O'er th'ee / the secret shaft / That wastes at mid'night ...
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The Rhetorical Reader; Consisting of Choice Specimens in Oratorical ... John Hall Hindmarsh Visos knygos peržiūra - 1862 |
The Rhetorical Reader, Consisting of Choice Specimens of Oratorical ... John Hall Hindmarsh Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
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a'ge a'll a'nd accent an'd arms B'ut beauty behold Black Crows blessed bosom breath Brutus Cæsar called character cheerfulness Christian circumflex Concluding tone copula cried da'y dear death Deism delight e'ye earth Elocution English EXAMPLES eyes falling inflexion father feel give grave hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope human hyæna Joseph Hume kind living look Lord Lord Byron Lord Eldon m'an mind mother nature never night o'er once passion pause pity poetry poor pride pronounced pronunciation R. B. SHERIDAN requires rising inflexion rule Samian wine scene seemed sentence Sir Francis Burdett smile sorrow soul sound speak speech spirit Stalagmite sweet tears tender th'at thee thi's thing tho'se thou thought tion Twas virtue voice WASHINGTON IRVING wh'o whi'ch whole word
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102 psl. - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
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249 psl. - THERE was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which 'spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
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86 psl. - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
104 psl. - 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!
255 psl. - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
158 psl. - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.
291 psl. - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
106 psl. - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large...