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 are Prefixed Two Essays: I. On Elocution. II. On Reading Works of TasteW. Clowes, 1827 - 346 pages |
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... One eve ( faint calms for many a day had rag'd ) The winged demons of the tempest rose ! Thunder , and rain , and lightnings awful pow'r She fled : could innocence , could beauty claim Exemption 44 Воок II . NARRATIVE PIECES .
... One eve ( faint calms for many a day had rag'd ) The winged demons of the tempest rose ! Thunder , and rain , and lightnings awful pow'r She fled : could innocence , could beauty claim Exemption 44 Воок II . NARRATIVE PIECES .
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... Pow'r , Or in the natal , or the mortal hour . 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 ...
... Pow'r , Or in the natal , or the mortal hour . 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 ...
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... pow'r's due use to people and to kings , Taught nor to slack , nor strain it's tender strings , The less or greater set so justly true , That touching one must strike the other too ; Till jarring int'rests of themselves create Th ...
... pow'r's due use to people and to kings , Taught nor to slack , nor strain it's tender strings , The less or greater set so justly true , That touching one must strike the other too ; Till jarring int'rests of themselves create Th ...
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... pow'r endow'd And room to stretch , was destin'd to sit still ? Sluggards are Nature's rebels , slight her laws , Nor live up to the terms on which they hold Their vital lease . Laborious terms and hard ; But such the tenure of our ...
... pow'r endow'd And room to stretch , was destin'd to sit still ? Sluggards are Nature's rebels , slight her laws , Nor live up to the terms on which they hold Their vital lease . Laborious terms and hard ; But such the tenure of our ...
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... pow'r . So , round thy brow when Age's honours spread , When Death's cold hand unstrings thy Mason's lyre , When the green turf lies lightly on his head , Thy worth shall some superior bard inspire ; He to the amplest bounds of Time's ...
... pow'r . So , round thy brow when Age's honours spread , When Death's cold hand unstrings thy Mason's lyre , When the green turf lies lightly on his head , Thy worth shall some superior bard inspire ; He to the amplest bounds of Time's ...
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Page 91 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 155 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious I slew him.
Page 229 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 248 - Or call up him that left half told The Story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 254 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners: But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 245 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 242 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 244 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Page 335 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law.
Page 250 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.