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Արդյունքներ 17–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... speak of the great danger of fostering that tendency to conceit and presumption which , without the most cautious manage- ment on the part of their instructor , will mar the prospects of many of our most promising youths . I acknowledge ...
... speak of the great danger of fostering that tendency to conceit and presumption which , without the most cautious manage- ment on the part of their instructor , will mar the prospects of many of our most promising youths . I acknowledge ...
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... speak with life , in hopes to entertain , Your elevated voice goes through the brain ; You fall at once into a lower key , That's worse- - - the drone - pipe of an humble bee . The southern sash admits too strong a light , You rise and ...
... speak with life , in hopes to entertain , Your elevated voice goes through the brain ; You fall at once into a lower key , That's worse- - - the drone - pipe of an humble bee . The southern sash admits too strong a light , You rise and ...
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... speak its excellence . I danc'd for joy . I marvell'd much , that , at so ripe an age As twice seven years , his beauties had then first Engag'd my wonder ; and admiring still , And still admiring , with regret suppos'd The joy half ...
... speak its excellence . I danc'd for joy . I marvell'd much , that , at so ripe an age As twice seven years , his beauties had then first Engag'd my wonder ; and admiring still , And still admiring , with regret suppos'd The joy half ...
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... speak The numerous worthies of the maiden reign ? In Raleigh , mark their ev'ry glory mix'd ; Raleigh the scourge of Spain ! whose breast with all The sage , the patriot , and the hero burn'd , Nor sunk his vigour when a coward reign ...
... speak The numerous worthies of the maiden reign ? In Raleigh , mark their ev'ry glory mix'd ; Raleigh the scourge of Spain ! whose breast with all The sage , the patriot , and the hero burn'd , Nor sunk his vigour when a coward reign ...
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... speak thy fame In all philosophy . For lofty sense , Creative fancy , and inspection keen Through the deep windings of the human heart , Is not wild Shakspeare thine and Nature's boast ? Is not each great , each amiable Muse Of classic ...
... speak thy fame In all philosophy . For lofty sense , Creative fancy , and inspection keen Through the deep windings of the human heart , Is not wild Shakspeare thine and Nature's boast ? Is not each great , each amiable Muse Of classic ...
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Էջ 79 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Էջ 98 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Էջ 75 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Էջ 84 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Էջ 47 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Էջ 114 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Էջ 63 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Էջ 82 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy...
Էջ 100 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Էջ 82 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate.