Principles of Elocution: Containing Numerous Rules, Observations, and Exercises on Pronunciation, Pauses, Inflections, Accent and Emphasis, Also Copious Extracts in Prose and PoetryOliver & Boyd, 1832 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
accent admiration Æneid agreeable antithesis appear army BALANCE OF HAPPINESS battle beauty behold Belisarius brave Cæsar Cæsura called Cicero clouds dark death delight Demosthenes divine dread earth emphasis emphatic word epic poetry eternal EXAMPLES eyes falling inflection fame father fear feel friends glory grave hand happiness hath heart Heaven Homer honour hope human Iliad imagination inflection takes place kind labours light live Lochinvar look Lord Macedon mankind mind misery mountains nature Netherby never night o'er objects palæstra passion pause perfect phatic pleasure poet poetry poor praise privy counsellor pronounced reason religion rising inflection roar rock Rome RULE scenes Scythians sense sentence SIEGE OF CORINTH soldier sorrow soul spirit sublime sword syllable thee things thou thought thunder tion tone truth verb verse Virgil virtue voice waves wind wisdom wise wonder youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 366 - I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.
Pàgina 384 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make, With a bare bodkin?
Pàgina 395 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Pàgina 381 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Pàgina 379 - 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...
Pàgina 378 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 396 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Pàgina 327 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Pàgina 327 - 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?
Pàgina 349 - 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.