Principles of Elocution: Containing Numerous Rules, Observations, and Exercises, on Pronunciation, Pauses, Inflections, Accent, and Emphasis; Also Copious Extracts in Prose and Poetry, Calculated to Assist the Teacher, and to Improve the Pupil in Reading and RecitationOliver & Boyd, 1819 - 436 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
accent admiration Æneid agreeable appear arms army Balance of Happiness battle beautiful behold Belisarius brave Cæsar Cæsura called Cicero circumflex clouds dark death delight divine dreadful earth emphasis emphatic enemy epic poetry eternal EXAMPLES eyes falling inflection fame fear feel fortune friends give glory Greece hand happiness hath heart heaven Homer honour hope hour human Iliad imagination Julius Cæsar kind king labours liberty live look Lord Lyre Macedon mankind mind Morar mountains nations nature never night o'er objects passion pause pleasure poet poetry postilion praise privy counsellor pronounced reason religion rising inflection rock Rome RULE scenes Scythians sense sentence soldiers soul sound spirit sublime sword syllable Tatler thee things thou thought thunder tion tone Trojan war truth verb verse Virgil virtue voice waves wind wisdom wise words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 406 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 413 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Página 393 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, — in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Página 395 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was fam'd with more than with one man?
Página 308 - 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 labors, and the words move slow: Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 423 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Página 385 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Página 412 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 407 - 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.
Página 129 - The business of a poet," said Imlac, "is to examine, not the individual, but the species ; to remark general properties and large appearances ; he does not number the streaks of the tulip, or describe the different shades in the verdure of the forest.