The Preceptor: Containing a General Course of Education, 1 tomasRobert Dodsley R. and J. Dodsley, 1754 |
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... those which carry a Weight or Impor- tance in themselves , or those on which the Sense of the rest depends ; and these must always be diftinguished by a fuller and stronger Sound of Voice , wherever they are found , whe- ther in the ...
... those which carry a Weight or Impor- tance in themselves , or those on which the Sense of the rest depends ; and these must always be diftinguished by a fuller and stronger Sound of Voice , wherever they are found , whe- ther in the ...
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... those who excel in it , whether at the Bar or in the Pulpit ; where you will see all the fore - mentioned Rules exemplified , and be able to account for all those Graces and Beauties of Pronunciation which always pleased you , but you ...
... those who excel in it , whether at the Bar or in the Pulpit ; where you will see all the fore - mentioned Rules exemplified , and be able to account for all those Graces and Beauties of Pronunciation which always pleased you , but you ...
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... those of the Head and Eyes ' ; as they fhould with the Paffions expreffed . In deliberate Proof or Argumentation , no Action is more proper or natural , than gently to lay the firft Finger of the Right - hand on the Palm of the Left ...
... those of the Head and Eyes ' ; as they fhould with the Paffions expreffed . In deliberate Proof or Argumentation , no Action is more proper or natural , than gently to lay the firft Finger of the Right - hand on the Palm of the Left ...
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... those imaginary Perfections that fwell the Heart of Man , and of thofe little fupernumerary Advantages , whether in Birth , Fortune , or Title , which one Man enjoys above another , that it must certainly very much astonish , if it does ...
... those imaginary Perfections that fwell the Heart of Man , and of thofe little fupernumerary Advantages , whether in Birth , Fortune , or Title , which one Man enjoys above another , that it must certainly very much astonish , if it does ...
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... those who inhabit the Earth ? Or , in the Language of an ingenious French Poet , thofe Pifmires that people this Heap of Dirt , which human Vanity has divided into Climates and Regions ? LESSON LESSON III . On CONVERSATION . OCIETY ...
... those who inhabit the Earth ? Or , in the Language of an ingenious French Poet , thofe Pifmires that people this Heap of Dirt , which human Vanity has divided into Climates and Regions ? LESSON LESSON III . On CONVERSATION . OCIETY ...
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61 psl. - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
58 psl. - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
26 psl. - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
26 psl. - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
56 psl. - They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
65 psl. - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
26 psl. - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
419 psl. - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
65 psl. - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
67 psl. - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.