The New Speaker. With an Essay on Elocution |
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... exer- cised over people's minds ; for , even as Aristotle determined rhetoric to be necessary and useful , just as dangerous weapons are of service to enable us to defend our rights , so also is delivery 4 THE NEW SPEAKER .
... exer- cised over people's minds ; for , even as Aristotle determined rhetoric to be necessary and useful , just as dangerous weapons are of service to enable us to defend our rights , so also is delivery 4 THE NEW SPEAKER .
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... mind ; with due observation of accent , of emphasis in its several gradations , of rests or pauses of the voice in proper places , and well measured degrees of time ; and the whole accompanied with expressive looks , and significant ...
... mind ; with due observation of accent , of emphasis in its several gradations , of rests or pauses of the voice in proper places , and well measured degrees of time ; and the whole accompanied with expressive looks , and significant ...
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... Virtue his darling child designed , To thee he gave the heavenly birth , And bade thee form her infant mind , Here , the words virtue and darling child are in apposition with each other , and require a short pause THE NEW SPEAKER , 45.
... Virtue his darling child designed , To thee he gave the heavenly birth , And bade thee form her infant mind , Here , the words virtue and darling child are in apposition with each other , and require a short pause THE NEW SPEAKER , 45.
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... mind , and its fascinations are irresistible . Whatever be the dignity or the profundity of his disquisitions , whether he be en- larging knowledge or exalting affection , whether he be amusing attention with incidents or enchanting it ...
... mind , and its fascinations are irresistible . Whatever be the dignity or the profundity of his disquisitions , whether he be en- larging knowledge or exalting affection , whether he be amusing attention with incidents or enchanting it ...
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... mind what high capacious powers Lie folded up in Man . Nothing is in vain that rouses the soul . Oh , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours , He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy , and sings ...
... mind what high capacious powers Lie folded up in Man . Nothing is in vain that rouses the soul . Oh , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours , He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy , and sings ...
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Page 250 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 179 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 229 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss. Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Page 358 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Page 357 - 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 237 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 135 - But the Consul's brow was sad, And the Consul's speech was low, And darkly looked he at the wall, And darkly at the foe. " Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge. What hope to save the town...
Page 238 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they { Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 216 - Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, ' Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Page 252 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...