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Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still
threat'ning to devour me opens wide , To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven .
O then at last relent : is there no place Left for repentance , none for pardon left ...
Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still
threat'ning to devour me opens wide , To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven .
O then at last relent : is there no place Left for repentance , none for pardon left ...
175. oldal
But wherefore thou alone ? wherefore with thee Came not all hell broke loose ?
Is pain to them Less pain , less to be fled ? or thou than they Less hardy to
endure ? courageous chief ! The first in flight from pain ! hadst thou alleged To thy
...
But wherefore thou alone ? wherefore with thee Came not all hell broke loose ?
Is pain to them Less pain , less to be fled ? or thou than they Less hardy to
endure ? courageous chief ! The first in flight from pain ! hadst thou alleged To thy
...
187. oldal
MEETING OF SATAN AND DEATH AT THE GATE OF HELL . MILTON .
Meanwhile the adversary of God and man , Satan , with thoughts inflamed of
highest design , Puts on swift wings , and towards the gates of Hell Explores his
solitary flight ...
MEETING OF SATAN AND DEATH AT THE GATE OF HELL . MILTON .
Meanwhile the adversary of God and man , Satan , with thoughts inflamed of
highest design , Puts on swift wings , and towards the gates of Hell Explores his
solitary flight ...
188. oldal
... Fierce as ten furies , terrible as Hell , And shook a dreadful dart ; what seemed
his head The likeness of a kingly crown ... at hand ; and from his seat The
monster moving , onward came as fast With horrid strides ; Hell trembled as he
strode .
... Fierce as ten furies , terrible as Hell , And shook a dreadful dart ; what seemed
his head The likeness of a kingly crown ... at hand ; and from his seat The
monster moving , onward came as fast With horrid strides ; Hell trembled as he
strode .
189. oldal
... that hell Grew darker at their frown ; so matched they stood ; For never but once
more was either like To meet so great ... and now great deeds Had been
achieved , whereof all Hell had rung , Had not the snaky soceress that sat Fast by
Hell ...
... that hell Grew darker at their frown ; so matched they stood ; For never but once
more was either like To meet so great ... and now great deeds Had been
achieved , whereof all Hell had rung , Had not the snaky soceress that sat Fast by
Hell ...
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angel answered appear arms battle bear blood breath Brutus Cassius cause cloud dark dead death deep dreadful earth eternal eyes fair fall father fear feel field fire friends gave give glory half hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hell honour hope hour human king learned leave less light live look Lord lost master means mind morn mountain nature never night noble o'er once pain pass peace perhaps poor praise reason rest rise round scene seemed Serv side sight sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stood sure sweet tell thee thine things thou thou art thought throne true truth turn unto voice waters wave whole
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127. oldal - 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.
50. oldal - 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...
43. oldal - 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.
42. oldal - 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.
42. oldal - 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.
59. oldal - 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.
105. oldal - 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.
148. oldal - 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,
53. oldal - 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...
58. oldal - 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.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Exercises in Reading and Recitation |
| Szerkesztő | Jonathan Barber |
| Kiadás | 2 |
| Kiadó | author, 1828 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2006. szept. 21. |
| Terjedelem | 251 oldal |
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