The Speaker: Or, Miscellaneous Pieces, Selected from the Best English Writers,: And Disposed Under Proper Heads, with a View to Facilitate the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking. : To which is Prefixed An Essay on ElocutionJ. Johnson, 1785 - 405 psl. |
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... said it , or if he have , that he speak ît not again . Admonish a friend ; for many times it is a fander ; and believe not every tale . There is one that flippeth in his fpeech , but not from his heart ; and who is he that hath not ...
... said it , or if he have , that he speak ît not again . Admonish a friend ; for many times it is a fander ; and believe not every tale . There is one that flippeth in his fpeech , but not from his heart ; and who is he that hath not ...
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... said he had come last from Spain , where he had been from the furtheft borders of Franconia ; and had got fo far on his return home , when his afs died . Every one seemed defirous to know what bufinefs could have taken fo old and poor a ...
... said he had come last from Spain , where he had been from the furtheft borders of Franconia ; and had got fo far on his return home , when his afs died . Every one seemed defirous to know what bufinefs could have taken fo old and poor a ...
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... said , was no less in force ; he took his fword from his fide - Here - faid he -take it ; and be trufty guardians of it , till better times put me in condition to reclaim it . THE prefident accepted the Marquis's fword — he ftaid a few ...
... said , was no less in force ; he took his fword from his fide - Here - faid he -take it ; and be trufty guardians of it , till better times put me in condition to reclaim it . THE prefident accepted the Marquis's fword — he ftaid a few ...
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... AND who is poor Maria ? faid I. THE love and pity of all the villages around us ; said the poftillion - it is but three years ago , that the fun did not fhine upon fo fair , fo quick - witted , fhine 36 Book II . NARRATIVE PIECES .
... AND who is poor Maria ? faid I. THE love and pity of all the villages around us ; said the poftillion - it is but three years ago , that the fun did not fhine upon fo fair , fo quick - witted , fhine 36 Book II . NARRATIVE PIECES .
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... said she - it will do me good . AND is your heart ftill fo warm , Maria ? faid I. - I TOUCHED upon the ftring on which hung all her for- rows - she looked with wiftful disorder for fome time in my face ; and then , without faying any ...
... said she - it will do me good . AND is your heart ftill fo warm , Maria ? faid I. - I TOUCHED upon the ftring on which hung all her for- rows - she looked with wiftful disorder for fome time in my face ; and then , without faying any ...
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