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Heav'n to mankind impartial we confess , If all are equal in their Happiness : But
mutual wants this Happiness increase ; All Nature's diff'rence keeps all Nature's
peace . Condition , circumstance , is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or
...
Heav'n to mankind impartial we confess , If all are equal in their Happiness : But
mutual wants this Happiness increase ; All Nature's diff'rence keeps all Nature's
peace . Condition , circumstance , is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or
...
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Hail , thou fair heav'n ! We house i ' th ' rock , yet use thee not so hardly As
prouder livers do . Guid . Hail Ileav'n ! Arv . Hail Heav'n ! Bel . Now for our
mountain sport 3 up to you hill , Your legs are young . I'll tread these flats .
Consider , When ...
Hail , thou fair heav'n ! We house i ' th ' rock , yet use thee not so hardly As
prouder livers do . Guid . Hail Ileav'n ! Arv . Hail Heav'n ! Bel . Now for our
mountain sport 3 up to you hill , Your legs are young . I'll tread these flats .
Consider , When ...
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Heav'n sends misfortunes ; why should we repine ? Tis Heav'n has brought me to
the state you see ; And your condition may be The child of sorrow and of misery .
A little farm was my paternal lot , Then , like the lark I sprightly hail'd the morn ...
Heav'n sends misfortunes ; why should we repine ? Tis Heav'n has brought me to
the state you see ; And your condition may be The child of sorrow and of misery .
A little farm was my paternal lot , Then , like the lark I sprightly hail'd the morn ...
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But if it did infect my blood with joy Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride , , If
any rebel or vain spirit of mine Did with the least affection of a welcome Give
entertainment to the might of it : Let Heav'n for ever keep it from my head , And
make ...
But if it did infect my blood with joy Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride , , If
any rebel or vain spirit of mine Did with the least affection of a welcome Give
entertainment to the might of it : Let Heav'n for ever keep it from my head , And
make ...
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Merciful Heav'n ! What man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows , Give sorrow
words ; the grief that does not speak , Whispers the o'erfraught heart , and bids it
break . Macd . My children too !Rosse . Wife , children , servants , all that could be
...
Merciful Heav'n ! What man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows , Give sorrow
words ; the grief that does not speak , Whispers the o'erfraught heart , and bids it
break . Macd . My children too !Rosse . Wife , children , servants , all that could be
...
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Seite 264 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : 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.
Seite 262 - Or call up him that left half told The Story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Seite 243 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect Some frail memorial still...
Seite 80 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business.
Seite 342 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy (Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue...
Seite 257 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 218 - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Seite 335 - 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.
Seite 311 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Seite 343 - 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...
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| Titel | The speaker, or Miscellaneous pieces, selected from the best English writers. To which is prefixed An essay on elocution, by W. Enfield |
| Herausgeber | William Enfield |
| Veröffentlicht | 1804 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 13. Juni 2007 |
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