The speaker: or, Miscellaneous pieces selected from the best English writers. To which are prefixed two essays: i. On elocution. ii. On reading works of taste, by W. Enfield. Genuine ed., ed. with the addition of popular pieces from modern authors, by J. PycroftWilliam Enfield, James Pycroft 1851 |
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... Praise of Virtue Price , 153 13 . The Speech of Brutus on the Death of Cæsar , Shakspeare 155 Ib . 156 6. Galgacus , the General of the Caledonii , to his Army , to incite them to action a- gainst the Romans , Tacitus , 131 14 ...
... Praise of Virtue Price , 153 13 . The Speech of Brutus on the Death of Cæsar , Shakspeare 155 Ib . 156 6. Galgacus , the General of the Caledonii , to his Army , to incite them to action a- gainst the Romans , Tacitus , 131 14 ...
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... praise , think on these things . * On the contrary , interrogative sentences are terminated by the suspending pause : as in the following example : Hold you the watch to - night ? -We do , my lord . - Arm'd , say you ? -Arm❜d , my lord ...
... praise , think on these things . * On the contrary , interrogative sentences are terminated by the suspending pause : as in the following example : Hold you the watch to - night ? -We do , my lord . - Arm'd , say you ? -Arm❜d , my lord ...
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... and one fault of a de- serving man shall meet with more reproaches , than all his virtues , praise : such is the force of ill will and ill nature . It is harder to avoid censure , than to gain 4 BOOK I. SELECT SENTENCES .
... and one fault of a de- serving man shall meet with more reproaches , than all his virtues , praise : such is the force of ill will and ill nature . It is harder to avoid censure , than to gain 4 BOOK I. SELECT SENTENCES .
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... praise of one's self ; or 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 are hoarding up anguish , torment , and remorse for old age ...
... praise of one's self ; or 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 are hoarding up anguish , torment , and remorse for old age ...
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... praise and transport to his breast . At length quite vain , he needs would show His master what his art could do ; And bade his slaves the chariot lead To Academus ' sacred shade . The trembling grove confess'd its fright , The wood ...
... praise and transport to his breast . At length quite vain , he needs would show His master what his art could do ; And bade his slaves the chariot lead To Academus ' sacred shade . The trembling grove confess'd its fright , The wood ...
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Page 79 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 352 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 77 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Page 153 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer; not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen?
Page 317 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 351 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Page 352 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 248 - 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. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 325 - 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 192 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.