Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking, as Well as for the Perusal of Persons of Taste : with an Appendix, Containing Concise Lessons on a New Plan, and Principles of English GrammarC. Elliot, 1789 - 398 psl. |
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... happy , even whilst he abounded in riches , and all the pleafures which riches can procure . Damocles , one of his flatterers , was complimenting him upon his power , his treafures , and the magnificence of his royal ftate , and ...
... happy , even whilst he abounded in riches , and all the pleafures which riches can procure . Damocles , one of his flatterers , was complimenting him upon his power , his treafures , and the magnificence of his royal ftate , and ...
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... happy . Your education is of fuch a fort , that its principal fcope is to prepare you to receive a refined pleasure during your life . Elegance , or delicacy of tafte , is one of the firft objects of a claffical difcipline ; and it is ...
... happy . Your education is of fuch a fort , that its principal fcope is to prepare you to receive a refined pleasure during your life . Elegance , or delicacy of tafte , is one of the firft objects of a claffical difcipline ; and it is ...
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... happy within yourfelf , and of be- ing well received by mankind . Honour and fuccefs in life will probably attend you . Under all circumstances you will have an internal fource of confolation and en- tertainment , of which no fublunary ...
... happy within yourfelf , and of be- ing well received by mankind . Honour and fuccefs in life will probably attend you . Under all circumstances you will have an internal fource of confolation and en- tertainment , of which no fublunary ...
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... Happy in the love and affection of thofe with whom you are connec- ted , look up to the Supreme Being , as the infpirer of all the friendship which has ever been fhown you by others ; himself your beit and your first friend : former ly ...
... Happy in the love and affection of thofe with whom you are connec- ted , look up to the Supreme Being , as the infpirer of all the friendship which has ever been fhown you by others ; himself your beit and your first friend : former ly ...
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... happy man that has no greater than this . " We find an inftance to the fame purpose in the life of Doctor Ham- - mond , written by Bifhop Fell . As this good man was troubled with a complication of diftempers , when he had the gout upon ...
... happy man that has no greater than this . " We find an inftance to the fame purpose in the life of Doctor Ham- - mond , written by Bifhop Fell . As this good man was troubled with a complication of diftempers , when he had the gout upon ...
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