Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 páginas |
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... thing furnished him with an opportunity of mirth ; and , though some thought him , from his insensibility , a fool - he was such an idiot as philosophers should wish to imitate : for all philosophy is only forcing the trade of happi ...
... thing furnished him with an opportunity of mirth ; and , though some thought him , from his insensibility , a fool - he was such an idiot as philosophers should wish to imitate : for all philosophy is only forcing the trade of happi ...
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... things invisible to mortal sight . LUCY . WORDSWORTH . Three years she grew in sun and shower , Then nature said , " a lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A ...
... things invisible to mortal sight . LUCY . WORDSWORTH . Three years she grew in sun and shower , Then nature said , " a lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A ...
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... things shall revel in their spoil , And fit thy clay to fertilize the soil . GREECE . BYRON . He who hath bent him o'er the dead , Ere the first day of death is fled , The first dark day of nothingness , The last of danger and distress ...
... things shall revel in their spoil , And fit thy clay to fertilize the soil . GREECE . BYRON . He who hath bent him o'er the dead , Ere the first day of death is fled , The first dark day of nothingness , The last of danger and distress ...
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... thing be good , I am sure the reality is better : for why does any man dissemble , or seem to be that which he is not , but because he thinks it good to have the quali- ties he pretends to ? Now the best way for a man to seem to be any ...
... thing be good , I am sure the reality is better : for why does any man dissemble , or seem to be that which he is not , but because he thinks it good to have the quali- ties he pretends to ? Now the best way for a man to seem to be any ...
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... things to attend to , as make his life a very perplexed and intricate thing . A liar hath need of a good memory , lest he contra- dict at one time what he said at another ; but truth is always consistent , and needs nothing to help it ...
... things to attend to , as make his life a very perplexed and intricate thing . A liar hath need of a good memory , lest he contra- dict at one time what he said at another ; but truth is always consistent , and needs nothing to help it ...
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Página 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Página 43 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 42 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 42 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man.
Página 59 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 105 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Página 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 53 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
Página 58 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, and monarchs tremble in their capitals ; the oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take of lord of thee, and arbiter of war,— these are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves — which mar alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.