Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - 251 էջ |
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Էջ 104
... moved me . Bru . Peace , peace ; you durst not so have tempt- ed him . Cas . I durst not !. Bru . No. Cas . What ? durst not tempt him ? Bru . For your life you durst not . Cas . Do not presume too much upon my love . may do that I ...
... moved me . Bru . Peace , peace ; you durst not so have tempt- ed him . Cas . I durst not !. Bru . No. Cas . What ? durst not tempt him ? Bru . For your life you durst not . Cas . Do not presume too much upon my love . may do that I ...
Էջ 120
... moved . The same admirable taste which is con- spicuous in his writings , or rather , the higher princi- ples from which that taste was but an emanation , spread a similar charm over his whole life and con- versation . and gave to the ...
... moved . The same admirable taste which is con- spicuous in his writings , or rather , the higher princi- ples from which that taste was but an emanation , spread a similar charm over his whole life and con- versation . and gave to the ...
Էջ 123
... moved , that tone of intelligence and libe- rality by which it is honorably distinguished . It is not a little advantageous to philosophy that it is in fashion — and it is still more advantageous , per- haps , to the society which is ...
... moved , that tone of intelligence and libe- rality by which it is honorably distinguished . It is not a little advantageous to philosophy that it is in fashion — and it is still more advantageous , per- haps , to the society which is ...
Էջ 124
... moved the whole machine ; Warwick was all in all , and powerless Edward Stood like a cipher in the great account . War . Who gave that cipher worth , and seated thee On England's throne ? thy undistinquished name Had rotted in the dust ...
... moved the whole machine ; Warwick was all in all , and powerless Edward Stood like a cipher in the great account . War . Who gave that cipher worth , and seated thee On England's throne ? thy undistinquished name Had rotted in the dust ...
Էջ 135
... moved down the stairs of the tower , the soldiers bringing up the rear . The court was occupied by a squad- ron of dragoons and a battalion of infantry , drawn up in a hollow square . At Within their ranks was the sledge or hurdle , on ...
... moved down the stairs of the tower , the soldiers bringing up the rear . The court was occupied by a squad- ron of dragoons and a battalion of infantry , drawn up in a hollow square . At Within their ranks was the sledge or hurdle , on ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 57 - 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...
Էջ 154 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Էջ 147 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Էջ 143 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 127 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Էջ 64 - Having therefore obtained help of God, I continue unto this day, witnessing both to small and great, saying none other things than those which the prophets and Moses did say should come : that Christ should suffer, and that he should be the first that should rise from the dead, and should shew light unto the people, and to the Gentiles.
Էջ 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,