Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... father falls . Then senseless Ilium , Seeming to feel his blow , with flaming top Stoops to his base ; and with a hideous crash Takes prisoner Pyrrhus ' ear : for , lo ! his sword , Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend ...
... father falls . Then senseless Ilium , Seeming to feel his blow , with flaming top Stoops to his base ; and with a hideous crash Takes prisoner Pyrrhus ' ear : for , lo ! his sword , Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend ...
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... father murther'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a whore , unpack my heart with words , And fall a cursing , like a very drab , A scullion ! Fye upon't ! foh ! About , my brains ! I have heard , That guilty ...
... father murther'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a whore , unpack my heart with words , And fall a cursing , like a very drab , A scullion ! Fye upon't ! foh ! About , my brains ! I have heard , That guilty ...
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... father's death . I prithee , when thou seest that act a - foot , Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe mine uncle : if his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech , It is a damned ghost that we have seen ; And my ...
... father's death . I prithee , when thou seest that act a - foot , Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe mine uncle : if his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech , It is a damned ghost that we have seen ; And my ...
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... father kill'd , a mother stain'd , Excitements of my reason , and my blood , And let all sleep ? while , to my shame , I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men , That , for a fantasy and trick of fame , Go to their graves like ...
... father kill'd , a mother stain'd , Excitements of my reason , and my blood , And let all sleep ? while , to my shame , I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men , That , for a fantasy and trick of fame , Go to their graves like ...
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... father Entirely to her love ; but if she lost it , Or made a gift of it , my father's eye Should hold her loathly , and his spirit should hunt After new fancies : She , dying , gave it me ; And bid me , when my fate would have me wive ...
... father Entirely to her love ; but if she lost it , Or made a gift of it , my father's eye Should hold her loathly , and his spirit should hunt After new fancies : She , dying , gave it me ; And bid me , when my fate would have me wive ...
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Términos y frases comunes
appear arms bear beauty better body breath bring dead death deep desire doth earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel field fire flowers follow force fortune gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope keep kind king leave less light live look lord lost means mind nature never night noble o'er observed once pain pass passions peace play pleased pleasure poor praise prince reason receive rest rich rise round smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand sweet tell thee thing thou thought thousand true turn virtue voice whole wind young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 60 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Página 356 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Página 101 - Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Página 298 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid. And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Página iv - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 6 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Página 297 - 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.
Página 102 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.