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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Tis a pretty picture ! said my uncle Toby -- she had suffered persecution , Trim , and had learnt mercyShe was good , an ' please your honour , from nature as well as from hardships ; and there are circum . stances in the story of that ...
Tis a pretty picture ! said my uncle Toby -- she had suffered persecution , Trim , and had learnt mercyShe was good , an ' please your honour , from nature as well as from hardships ; and there are circum . stances in the story of that ...
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Amen , responded my uncle Toby , laying his hand up- , on his heart . STERTE , 00000000 CHAP . V. RIVERS AND SIR HARRY . 1 Sir . Har : COLONEL , your most obedient : I am come upon the old business ; for unless I am allowed to entertain ...
Amen , responded my uncle Toby , laying his hand up- , on his heart . STERTE , 00000000 CHAP . V. RIVERS AND SIR HARRY . 1 Sir . Har : COLONEL , your most obedient : I am come upon the old business ; for unless I am allowed to entertain ...
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IT was some time in the summer of that year in which Dendermond ' was taken by the allies , which was about seven years before my father came into the country , -- and about as many after the time , that my uncle Toby and Trim had ...
IT was some time in the summer of that year in which Dendermond ' was taken by the allies , which was about seven years before my father came into the country , -- and about as many after the time , that my uncle Toby and Trim had ...
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Thou art a good natured soul , I will answer for thee , cried my uncle Toby ; and thou shalt drink the poor gen . tleman's health in a glass of sack thyself , -- and take a couple of bottles with my service , and tell him he is heartily ...
Thou art a good natured soul , I will answer for thee , cried my uncle Toby ; and thou shalt drink the poor gen . tleman's health in a glass of sack thyself , -- and take a couple of bottles with my service , and tell him he is heartily ...
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Trim ! said my uncle Toby , I have a project in my head as it is a bad night , of wrapping myself up warm in my roquelaure , and paying a visit to this poor gentleman.Your honour's roquelaure , replied the corporal , has not once been ...
Trim ! said my uncle Toby , I have a project in my head as it is a bad night , of wrapping myself up warm in my roquelaure , and paying a visit to this poor gentleman.Your honour's roquelaure , replied the corporal , has not once been ...
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appear arms army bear better breast breath Brutus cause CHAP consider continued death desire earth eternal eyes fair fall father fear feel fool fortune give grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heav'n hold honour hope hour human kind king laws leave light live look Lord manner master means mind nature never night o'er once pain pass passion peace perfection person pleasure poor praise present reason rest round rule seems sense side smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand thro true truth turn uncle Toby virtue voice whole winds wise wish young youth
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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...