An Essay on Elocution: Designed for the Use of Schools and Private LearnersJohn W. Woods, printer, no. 1, N. Calvert street, 1834 - 341 psl. |
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... learned divines would study human nature more , and books less , think more , and write less , extemporize more in the pulpit , and read less in it , seek a closer walk with God , and more frequent walks among their parishioners , they ...
... learned divines would study human nature more , and books less , think more , and write less , extemporize more in the pulpit , and read less in it , seek a closer walk with God , and more frequent walks among their parishioners , they ...
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... learned . To spend too much time in studies ' , is sloth ' ; to use them too much for ornament ' , is affectation ' ; to form one's judgment wholly by their rules ' , is the humourd of a scholar ' . They perfect nature ' , and are ...
... learned . To spend too much time in studies ' , is sloth ' ; to use them too much for ornament ' , is affectation ' ; to form one's judgment wholly by their rules ' , is the humourd of a scholar ' . They perfect nature ' , and are ...
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... learned that thou wast dead ' , Say ' , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ' ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son ' , Wretch even then ' , life's journey just begun ' ? Perhaps thou gav'st me ' , though unfelt ' , a kiss ...
... learned that thou wast dead ' , Say ' , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ' ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son ' , Wretch even then ' , life's journey just begun ' ? Perhaps thou gav'st me ' , though unfelt ' , a kiss ...
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... learned ' , at last ' , submission to my lot ' , But ' , though I less deplored thee ' , ne'erb forgot ' . Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ' , And where the gardener Robin ...
... learned ' , at last ' , submission to my lot ' , But ' , though I less deplored thee ' , ne'erb forgot ' . Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ' , And where the gardener Robin ...
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... learned the superficial doctrine of a later day , that poetry flourishes most in an uncultivated soil , and that imagination shapes its brightest visions from the mists of a superstitious age ; and he had no dread of accumulating ...
... learned the superficial doctrine of a later day , that poetry flourishes most in an uncultivated soil , and that imagination shapes its brightest visions from the mists of a superstitious age ; and he had no dread of accumulating ...
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