Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 oldal |
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18. oldal
... nature had to him deny'd : But then - she had a tongue that would be heard , And make a better man than Slouch afeard . This made censorious persons of the town Say Slouch could hardly call his soul his own ; 18 EXERCISES.
... nature had to him deny'd : But then - she had a tongue that would be heard , And make a better man than Slouch afeard . This made censorious persons of the town Say Slouch could hardly call his soul his own ; 18 EXERCISES.
25. oldal
... natural body ; it is raised a spiritual body . Now this I say , breth- ren , that flesh and blood cannot inherit the king- dom of God : neither doth corruption inherit corrup- tion . Behold , I shew you a mystery . We shall not all ...
... natural body ; it is raised a spiritual body . Now this I say , breth- ren , that flesh and blood cannot inherit the king- dom of God : neither doth corruption inherit corrup- tion . Behold , I shew you a mystery . We shall not all ...
31. oldal
... nature with thy northern blast , Mysterious round ! what skill , what force divine , Deep felt in these appear ! a simple train- Yet so delightful mix'd , with such kind art , Such beauty and beneficence combin'd― Shade , unperceiv'd ...
... nature with thy northern blast , Mysterious round ! what skill , what force divine , Deep felt in these appear ! a simple train- Yet so delightful mix'd , with such kind art , Such beauty and beneficence combin'd― Shade , unperceiv'd ...
32. oldal
... nature write with every beam his praise . Ye thunders roll ; be hush'd the prostrate world , While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn . Bleat out afresh , ye hills , ye mossy rocks Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low , Ye ...
... nature write with every beam his praise . Ye thunders roll ; be hush'd the prostrate world , While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn . Bleat out afresh , ye hills , ye mossy rocks Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low , Ye ...
37. oldal
... Nature shudder'd at the cry ! Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man , Fight in his sacred cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of ...
... Nature shudder'd at the cry ! Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man , Fight in his sacred cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of ...
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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.