A Rhetorical Grammar: In which Improprieties in Reading and Speaking are Detected, and the True Sources of Elegant Pronunciation are Pointed Out : with a Complete Analysis of the Voice, Showing Its Specific Modifications, and how They May be Applied to Different Species of Sentences and the Several Figures of Rhetoric : to which are Added Outlines of Composition, Or Plain Rules for Writing Orations and Speaking Them in PublicCummings and Hilliard, 1822 - 383 頁 |
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ablative absolute accent admit Anacoenosis arguments asyndeton attention beauty begins Cæsar cæsura called character Cicero circumflex Clodius comma common composition considered Demosthenes depends diphthong discourse distinct distinguished Elements of Elocution emphasis emphatic words endeavour example express falling inflection figure following sentence force former give higher tone honour Ibid idea inflection of voice instance interrogation interrogative words Julius Cæsar kind language latter likewise long pause loose sentence loud lower tone manner Mark Antony marked meaning Milo mind monotone nature necessary object observed orator ornament Paradise Lost particular passage passion perceive perfect sense period person phatical Pompey pronounced pronunciation proper punctuation question Quintilian reader reading reason requires rhetoric rising inflection rule says semicolon short pause slide sound speaker speaking Spect Spectator style syllable tence thing tion tone of voice variety verb verse virtue vowels whole writing
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第 226 頁 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
第 176 頁 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
第 43 頁 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World — at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished 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...
第 172 頁 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind : But more...
第 244 頁 - Annual for me, the grape, the rose renew The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew; For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings; For me, health gushes from a thousand springs; Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My foot-stool earth, my canopy the skies.
第 176 頁 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
第 177 頁 - When the proud steed shall know why man restrains His fiery course, or drives him o'er the plains ; When the dull ox, why now he breaks the clod, Is now a victim, and now Egypt's god : Then shall man's pride and dulness comprehend His actions', passions', being's use and end ; Why doing, suffering, check'd, impell'd; and why This hour a slave, the next a deity.
第 169 頁 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
第 242 頁 - So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
第 243 頁 - 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,