Principles of Elocution: Containing Numerous Rules, Observations, and Exercises on Pronunciation, Pauses, Inflections, Accent and Emphasis, Also Copious Extracts in Prose and PoetryOliver & Boyd, 1832 |
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Expressions et termes fréquents
accent admiration Æneid agreeable appear army BALANCE OF HAPPINESS battle beauty behold Belisarius brave Cæsar Cæsura called Cicero clouds conquer dark death delight Demosthenes divine dread earth emphasis emphatic word enemy epic poetry eternal EXAMPLES eyes falling inflection fame fear feel fortune friends glory grave hand happiness hath heart Heaven Homer honour hope hour human Iliad imagination JULIUS CÆSAR labours language live Lochinvar look Lord Lyre Macedon mankind MEMBERS.-RULE mind misery mountains nature Netherby never night o'er objects palæstra passion pause perfect pleasure poet poetry poor praise privy counsellor pronounced reason religion rising inflection rock RULE scenes Scythians sense sentence SIEGE OF CORINTH soldiers sorrow soul spirit sublime sword syllable Tatler thee things thou thought thunder tion tone truth verse Virgil virtue voice waves wild wind young youth
Fréquemment cités
Page 366 - I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.
Page 384 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make, With a bare bodkin?
Page 395 - 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...
Page 381 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Page 379 - 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...
Page 378 - 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.
Page 396 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 327 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Page 327 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Page 349 - 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.