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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... thought to be the most suitable employment for youth at school ; nor , when we reflect on the long interruption to the common school ex- ercises , which the preparation for a play must necessarily occasion , shall we think it consistent ...
... thought to be the most suitable employment for youth at school ; nor , when we reflect on the long interruption to the common school ex- ercises , which the preparation for a play must necessarily occasion , shall we think it consistent ...
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... thought- fulness , anxiety , absence of mind . Sometimes it bursts out in piteous complaint , and weeping ; then a gleam of hope , that all is yet well , lights up the countenance into a mo- mentary smile . Immediately the face clouded ...
... thought- fulness , anxiety , absence of mind . Sometimes it bursts out in piteous complaint , and weeping ; then a gleam of hope , that all is yet well , lights up the countenance into a mo- mentary smile . Immediately the face clouded ...
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... thoughts and sentiments , either from memory or immediate conception : For , besides that , there is an artificial uniformity which almost always dis- tinguishes reading from speaking ; the fixed posture and the bending of the head ...
... thoughts and sentiments , either from memory or immediate conception : For , besides that , there is an artificial uniformity which almost always dis- tinguishes reading from speaking ; the fixed posture and the bending of the head ...
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... thought to the aged , which it was impossible to inspire while they were young . Every man , however little , makes a figure in his own eyes . Self - partiality hides from us those very faults in our- selves , which we see and blame in ...
... thought to the aged , which it was impossible to inspire while they were young . Every man , however little , makes a figure in his own eyes . Self - partiality hides from us those very faults in our- selves , which we see and blame in ...
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... thought just struck in- to my mind , which , I am confident , will extricate us out of our difficulty : Do you , said be to the Goat , only rear yourself up upon your hind legs , and rest your fore feet . against the side of the well ...
... thought just struck in- to my mind , which , I am confident , will extricate us out of our difficulty : Do you , said be to the Goat , only rear yourself up upon your hind legs , and rest your fore feet . against the side of the well ...
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