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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Pàgina 80
... wind up the last scene of thy tragedy , Cruelty and Coward- ice , twin ruffians , hired and set on by Malice in the dark , shall strike together at all thy infirmities and mistakes ; the best of us , my friend , lie open there ; and ...
... wind up the last scene of thy tragedy , Cruelty and Coward- ice , twin ruffians , hired and set on by Malice in the dark , shall strike together at all thy infirmities and mistakes ; the best of us , my friend , lie open there ; and ...
Pàgina 82
... wind ; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or milky way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has giv'n , Behind the cloud - topp'd hill , a humbler heav'n ; Some safer world in depth of woods embrac'd , Some ...
... wind ; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk , or milky way ; Yet simple Nature to his hope has giv'n , Behind the cloud - topp'd hill , a humbler heav'n ; Some safer world in depth of woods embrac'd , Some ...
Pàgina 98
... winds , How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless Poverty : how many shake With all the fiercer tortures of the mind , Unbounded passion , madness , guilt , remorse . Whence , tumbling headlong from the height of life , They ...
... winds , How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless Poverty : how many shake With all the fiercer tortures of the mind , Unbounded passion , madness , guilt , remorse . Whence , tumbling headlong from the height of life , They ...
Pàgina 102
... winds have hurl'd upon the coast Some hapless bark ; while sacred Pity melts The gen'ral eye , or Terror's icy hand Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair ; While ev'ry mother closer to her breast Catches her child , and ...
... winds have hurl'd upon the coast Some hapless bark ; while sacred Pity melts The gen'ral eye , or Terror's icy hand Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair ; While ev'ry mother closer to her breast Catches her child , and ...
Pàgina 107
... winds And rolling waves , the sun's unwearied course , The elements and seasons : all declare For what th ' eternal Maker has ordain'd The pow'rs of man : we feel within ourselves His energy divine : he tells the heart , He meant , he ...
... winds And rolling waves , the sun's unwearied course , The elements and seasons : all declare For what th ' eternal Maker has ordain'd The pow'rs of man : we feel within ourselves His energy divine : he tells the heart , He meant , he ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.