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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Стр. xviii
... into the breast of a wise man , but rests only in the bosom of fools . To err is human ; to forgive , divine . * Book iii . Chap . ii . An angry man who suppresses his passion , thinks worse xviii ESSAY ON ELOCUTION . Chap Chap.
... into the breast of a wise man , but rests only in the bosom of fools . To err is human ; to forgive , divine . * Book iii . Chap . ii . An angry man who suppresses his passion , thinks worse xviii ESSAY ON ELOCUTION . Chap Chap.
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... fools . As to be perfectly just , is an attribute of the divine nature ; to be so to the utmost of our abilities , is the ... fool who fancied he played upon the organ , when he only blew the bellows . Though a man may become learned by ...
... fools . As to be perfectly just , is an attribute of the divine nature ; to be so to the utmost of our abilities , is the ... fool who fancied he played upon the organ , when he only blew the bellows . Though a man may become learned by ...
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... fool , but a coxcomb is always of his own making . It is the infirmity of little minds , to be taken with every appearance , and dazzled with every thing that sparkles : great minds have but little admiration , because few things appear ...
... fool , but a coxcomb is always of his own making . It is the infirmity of little minds , to be taken with every appearance , and dazzled with every thing that sparkles : great minds have but little admiration , because few things appear ...
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... fools is in their mouth , but the tongue of the wise is in their heart . To labour , and to be content with that a man hath , is a sweet life . Be in peace with many ; nevertheless , have but one counsellor of a thousand . Be not ...
... fools is in their mouth , but the tongue of the wise is in their heart . To labour , and to be content with that a man hath , is a sweet life . Be in peace with many ; nevertheless , have but one counsellor of a thousand . Be not ...
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... fools The way to dusky death . Out , out , brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow , a poor player , That struts and frets his hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more ! It is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury ...
... fools The way to dusky death . Out , out , brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow , a poor player , That struts and frets his hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more ! It is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.