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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... last day of March , in the fifty - third year of his age , and the thirty - third of his reign . During twenty - eight years of that time , an avowed rivalship fubfifted between him and the Em peror ; which involved , not only their own ...
... last day of March , in the fifty - third year of his age , and the thirty - third of his reign . During twenty - eight years of that time , an avowed rivalship fubfifted between him and the Em peror ; which involved , not only their own ...
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... last night's dream , or the defcription of a feft he has been at , without letting a fingle difh escape him . When he is thus entered into converfation , he grows very wife ; descants upon the corruption of the times and the degeneracy ...
... last night's dream , or the defcription of a feft he has been at , without letting a fingle difh escape him . When he is thus entered into converfation , he grows very wife ; descants upon the corruption of the times and the degeneracy ...
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... last night , he asked me how I li- ked the good man whom I have just now mentioned : and , without ftaying for my anfver , told me , that he was afraid of being infulted with Latin and Greek at his own table ; for which reafon he ...
... last night , he asked me how I li- ked the good man whom I have just now mentioned : and , without ftaying for my anfver , told me , that he was afraid of being infulted with Latin and Greek at his own table ; for which reafon he ...
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... Last night , after fupper , Silius began upon Pro- teftantifin , proceeded to the Irish matfacre , went through the Revolution , drew the character of King William , repeated anecdotes of Schomberg , and ended at a quar ter past twelve ...
... Last night , after fupper , Silius began upon Pro- teftantifin , proceeded to the Irish matfacre , went through the Revolution , drew the character of King William , repeated anecdotes of Schomberg , and ended at a quar ter past twelve ...
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... last flut- ters of the finking breeze , and fprinkled with dew by groves of fpices ; he fometimes contemplated the tower- ing height of the oak , monarch of the hills ; and fome . times caught the gentle fragrance of the primrofe ...
... last flut- ters of the finking breeze , and fprinkled with dew by groves of fpices ; he fometimes contemplated the tower- ing height of the oak , monarch of the hills ; and fome . times caught the gentle fragrance of the primrofe ...
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