The Art of Speaking: Containing, I. An Essay; in which are Given Rules for Expressing Properly the Principal Passions and Humours, ... II. Lessons Taken from the Ancients and Moderns ...
T. Longman, T. Field, C. Dilly, W. Goldsmith, D. Ogilvy and J. Speare, 1792 - 373 Seiten
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AFFECT againſt ALARM anger anſwer appearance arms authority bear better blood body CONTEMPT daughter dead death defence doubt earth enemy EXCITING expreſſed eyes fall fame father fear firſt gained Ghoſt give given gods grief hand head hear heart heaven himſelf hold honour hope HORROR human imagination itſelf judge king laws learning leave live Longh look Lord manner matter mean mind moſt muſt myſelf nature never object occaſion orator perſon Pity pleaſe poor Pray preſent pride QUEST raiſe reaſon Roman ſame ſay ſee ſeem ſenſe ſet ſhall ſhew ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſpeaker ſpeech ſpoken ſtate ſuch tell thee themſelves theſe thing thoſe thou thought TION truth turn uſe utter VEXAT virtue voice whole whoſe WONDER
Seite 115 - The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss : to give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours. Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
Seite 100 - To sigh for ribands if thou art so silly, Mark how they grace Lord Umbra or Sir Billy. Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life ? Look but on Gripus or on Gripus
Seite 44 - Our words flow from us in a smooth continued stream, without those strainings of the voice, motions of the body, and majesty of the hand, which are so much celebrated in the orators of Greece and Rome. We can talk of life and death in cold blood, and keep our temper in a...
Seite 93 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Seite 240 - With eyes darting fury, and a countenance distorted with cruelty, he orders the helpless victim of his rage to be stripped, and rods to be brought ; accusing him, but without the least shadow of evidence, or even of suspicion, of having come to Sicily as a spy.
Seite 210 - I'll look up; My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder?
Seite 276 - Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage And plunge us in the flames? or from above Should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us?
Seite 93 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Seite 145 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...