Essays and Postscripts on Elocution

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E. S. Werner, 1886 - 212 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 74 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
Pàgina 73 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — ;both what they half create, And what perceive...
Pàgina 195 - Scaling yonder peak, I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow, O'er the abyss : his broad expanded wings Lay calm and motionless upon the air, As if he floated there without their aid, By the sole act of his unlorded will, That buoyed him proudly up.
Pàgina 181 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pàgina 177 - This, my lords, is a perilous and tremendous moment ! It is not a time for adulation. The smoothness of flattery cannot now avail; cannot save us in this rugged and awful crisis.
Pàgina 131 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Pàgina 130 - O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us ! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An...
Pàgina 181 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Pàgina 175 - Then say not man's imperfect, Heaven in fault; Say rather, man's as perfect as he ought: His knowledge measured to his state and place; His time a moment, and a point his space.
Pàgina 173 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet, with hateful eyes ; Nor fields with gleaming steel be covered o'er ; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.

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