The Speaker; Or Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers, Disposed Under Proper Heads for the Improvement of Youth, in Reading and Speaking; to which is Prefixed An Essay on ElocutionJoseph Larkin, 1808 - 400页 |
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... thou givest any thing . Shall not the dew assuage the heat ; so is a word better than a gift . Lo , is not a word better than a gift ? but both are with a gracious man . Blame not before thou hast examined the truth ; under- stand first ...
... thou givest any thing . Shall not the dew assuage the heat ; so is a word better than a gift . Lo , is not a word better than a gift ? but both are with a gracious man . Blame not before thou hast examined the truth ; under- stand first ...
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... thou wouldst get a friend , prove him first , and be not hasty to credit him ; for some men are friends for their own occasions , and will not abide in the day of thy trouble . Forsake not an old friend , for the new is not compara ble ...
... thou wouldst get a friend , prove him first , and be not hasty to credit him ; for some men are friends for their own occasions , and will not abide in the day of thy trouble . Forsake not an old friend , for the new is not compara ble ...
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... thou been alive to have shared it with me . I thought by the accent it had been an apostrophe to his child ; but it was to his ass , and to the very ass we had seen dead in the road , which had occasioned La Fleur's misadventure . The ...
... thou been alive to have shared it with me . I thought by the accent it had been an apostrophe to his child ; but it was to his ass , and to the very ass we had seen dead in the road , which had occasioned La Fleur's misadventure . The ...
第33页
... Thou hast one comfort , friend , said I , at least , in the loss of thy poor beast ; I am sure thou hast been a mer- ciful master to him - Alas ! said the mourner , I thought so , when he was alive - but now he is dead I think other ...
... Thou hast one comfort , friend , said I , at least , in the loss of thy poor beast ; I am sure thou hast been a mer- ciful master to him - Alas ! said the mourner , I thought so , when he was alive - but now he is dead I think other ...
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... Thou shalt not leave me , Sylvio , " said she . I looked in Maria's eyes , and saw she was thinking more of her father than of her lover or her little goat ; for as she uttered them , the tears trickled down her cheeks . I sat down ...
... Thou shalt not leave me , Sylvio , " said she . I looked in Maria's eyes , and saw she was thinking more of her father than of her lover or her little goat ; for as she uttered them , the tears trickled down her cheeks . I sat down ...
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常见术语和短语
army Balaam behold bliss bosom breast breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius CHAP crown Dæmons daugh death Dendermond divine doth earth eternal Eugenius Eurydice Eust ev'ry eyes fair fate father fear fool fortune Fram give Gods grace Grongar Hill hand happy hath head hear heart Heav'n honour hope hour IAGO king labour live look Lord lyre Macd means Michael Cassio mind motley fool Muse nature Nature's never night noble Nymph o'er once pain Parliament passion Patricians peace pity pleasure poor pow'r praise round Scythians sense shade SHAKSPEARE shew SIR JOHN sleep smile soft soul sound speak spirit STERL sweet Syphax tears tell Theana thee thing thou art thou hast thought thro Trim truth uncle Toby vale virtue voice winds wisdom wise words Yorick youth
热门引用章节
第96页 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
第15页 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
第16页 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
第372页 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, — not without cause: What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
第376页 - 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.
第277页 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; 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.
第58页 - I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively...
第108页 - In the bright muse, tho' thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Tho...
第364页 - O my lord, Must I, then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
第284页 - The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...