The Speaker: Or, Miscellaneous Pieces, Selected from the Best English Writers,: And Disposed Under Proper Heads, with a View to Facilitate the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking. : To which is Prefixed An Essay on ElocutionJ. Johnson, 1785 - 405 pages |
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... o'er Arabia's wilds they past , And on their way in friendly chat Now talk'd of this , and then of that , Difcours'd awhile ' mongst other matter , Of the Camelion's form and nature . " A ftranger animal , cries one , " Sure never liv'd ...
... o'er Arabia's wilds they past , And on their way in friendly chat Now talk'd of this , and then of that , Difcours'd awhile ' mongst other matter , Of the Camelion's form and nature . " A ftranger animal , cries one , " Sure never liv'd ...
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... o'er by candle - light : " I mark'd it well - ' twas black as jet- " You ftare - but Sirs , I've got it yet , " And can produce it . " — " Pray , Sir , do : " I'll lay my life the thing is blue . ” " And I'll be sworn that when you've ...
... o'er by candle - light : " I mark'd it well - ' twas black as jet- " You ftare - but Sirs , I've got it yet , " And can produce it . " — " Pray , Sir , do : " I'll lay my life the thing is blue . ” " And I'll be sworn that when you've ...
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... o'er his dying bed , And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray'rs , And fruitless forrows fhed . ' Tis paft , he cry'd , but if your fouls Sweet mercy yet can move , Let thefe dim eyes once more behold What they must ever love . She came ...
... o'er his dying bed , And weary'd Heav'n with fruitless pray'rs , And fruitless forrows fhed . ' Tis paft , he cry'd , but if your fouls Sweet mercy yet can move , Let thefe dim eyes once more behold What they must ever love . She came ...
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... o'er the verge of heaven , The tempeft growls ; but as it nearer comes , And rolls its awful burden on the wind , The lightnings flash a larger curve , and more The noise astounds : till over head a sheet Of livid flame difclofes wide ...
... o'er the verge of heaven , The tempeft growls ; but as it nearer comes , And rolls its awful burden on the wind , The lightnings flash a larger curve , and more The noise astounds : till over head a sheet Of livid flame difclofes wide ...
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... O'er thee the secret shaft " That wastes at midnight , or th ' undreaded hour " Of noon , flies harmless ; and that very voice , " Which thunders terror thro ' the guilty heart , " With tongues of feraphs whispers peace to thine ...
... O'er thee the secret shaft " That wastes at midnight , or th ' undreaded hour " Of noon , flies harmless ; and that very voice , " Which thunders terror thro ' the guilty heart , " With tongues of feraphs whispers peace to thine ...
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