The speaker: or, Miscellaneous pieces selected from the best English writers. To which are prefixed two essays: i. On elocution. ii. On reading works of taste, by W. Enfield. Genuine ed., ed. with the addition of popular pieces from modern authors, by J. PycroftWilliam Enfield, James Pycroft 1851 |
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... looks , and gestures . THERE is unquestionably a language of emotions and pas- sions , as well as a language of ideas . Words are the arbitrary signs by which our conceptions and judgments are communicated , and for this end they are ...
... looks , and gestures . THERE is unquestionably a language of emotions and pas- sions , as well as a language of ideas . Words are the arbitrary signs by which our conceptions and judgments are communicated , and for this end they are ...
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... looks , and gesture . It were much to be wished , that all public speakers would deliver their thoughts and sentiments , either from memory , or immediate conception : for , beside that there is an arti- ficial uniformity , which almost ...
... looks , and gesture . It were much to be wished , that all public speakers would deliver their thoughts and sentiments , either from memory , or immediate conception : for , beside that there is an arti- ficial uniformity , which almost ...
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... looks , Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast , Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep . Who shall go about To cozen fortune , and be honourable Without the stamp of merit ? Let none presume To wear an ...
... looks , Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast , Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep . Who shall go about To cozen fortune , and be honourable Without the stamp of merit ? Let none presume To wear an ...
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... looks , and all the variety of colours in her dress that she thought were the most proper to show her complexion to advantage . She cast her eyes upon herself , then turned them on those that were present , to see how they liked her ...
... looks , and all the variety of colours in her dress that she thought were the most proper to show her complexion to advantage . She cast her eyes upon herself , then turned them on those that were present , to see how they liked her ...
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... look so perfectly in tune to a feeling heart , that I instantly made a vow I would give him a four and twenty sous piece when I got to Moulines . -And who is poor Maria ? said I. The love and pity of all the villages around us , said ...
... look so perfectly in tune to a feeling heart , that I instantly made a vow I would give him a four and twenty sous piece when I got to Moulines . -And who is poor Maria ? said I. The love and pity of all the villages around us , said ...
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