Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking

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Hill and Moore, 1820 - 407 sayfa
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Sayfa 231 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
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Sayfa 235 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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