The Speaker; Or Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers, Disposed Under Proper Heads for the Improvement of Youth, in Reading and Speaking; to which is Prefixed An Essay on Elocution |
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All endeavours therefore to make men Orators by describing to the in words the manner in which their voice , countenance , and hands are to be employed , in expréssing the passions , must in my apprehension , be weak and ineffectual .
All endeavours therefore to make men Orators by describing to the in words the manner in which their voice , countenance , and hands are to be employed , in expréssing the passions , must in my apprehension , be weak and ineffectual .
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It is always near at hand , and sits upon our lips , and is ready to drop out before we are a . ware : whereas a lie is troublesome , and sets a man's invention upon the rack ; and one trick needs a great many more to make it good .
It is always near at hand , and sits upon our lips , and is ready to drop out before we are a . ware : whereas a lie is troublesome , and sets a man's invention upon the rack ; and one trick needs a great many more to make it good .
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Oh , who can hold a fire in his hand , By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite , By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow , . By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ?
Oh , who can hold a fire in his hand , By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite , By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow , . By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ?
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Labour went soberly along the road with Health on the right hand , who by the sprightliness of her conversation , and songs of cheerfulness and joy , softened the toils of the way ; while Contentment went ...
Labour went soberly along the road with Health on the right hand , who by the sprightliness of her conversation , and songs of cheerfulness and joy , softened the toils of the way ; while Contentment went ...
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You never heard the most delicious music , which is the praise of one's self ; nor saw the most beautiful object , which is the work of one's own hands . Your votaries pass away their youth in a dream of mistaken pleasures , while they ...
You never heard the most delicious music , which is the praise of one's self ; nor saw the most beautiful object , which is the work of one's own hands . Your votaries pass away their youth in a dream of mistaken pleasures , while they ...
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Page 96 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Page 15 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Page 16 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Page 372 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, — not without cause: What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Page 376 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind. Which I respect not.
Page 277 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Page 58 - I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively...
Page 108 - In the bright muse, tho' thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Tho...
Page 364 - O my lord, Must I, then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Page 284 - The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...