Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 oldal |
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65. oldal
... unto Paul , Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian . And Paul said , I would to God that not only thou , but also all that hear me this day , were both almost , and altogether such as I am , except these bonds . SONG OF MOSES ...
... unto Paul , Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian . And Paul said , I would to God that not only thou , but also all that hear me this day , were both almost , and altogether such as I am , except these bonds . SONG OF MOSES ...
66. oldal
Jonathan Barber. hast redeemed : thou hast guided them in thy strength unto thy holy habitation . The people shall hear , and be afraid : sorrow shall take hold on the inhabitants of Palestina . Then the dukes of Edom shall be a- mazed ...
Jonathan Barber. hast redeemed : thou hast guided them in thy strength unto thy holy habitation . The people shall hear , and be afraid : sorrow shall take hold on the inhabitants of Palestina . Then the dukes of Edom shall be a- mazed ...
116. oldal
... unto his father , " Father , give me the por- tion of goods that falleth to me . ' And he divided unto them his living . And , not many days after , the younger son gathered all together , and took his journey into a far country , and ...
... unto his father , " Father , give me the por- tion of goods that falleth to me . ' And he divided unto them his living . And , not many days after , the younger son gathered all together , and took his journey into a far country , and ...
117. oldal
Jonathan Barber. unto him , " Thy brother is come ; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf , because he hath ... unto him " Son , thou art ever with me ; and all that I have is thine . It was meet that we should make merry and be ...
Jonathan Barber. unto him , " Thy brother is come ; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf , because he hath ... unto him " Son , thou art ever with me ; and all that I have is thine . It was meet that we should make merry and be ...
131. oldal
... 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 of perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? " And ...
... 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 of perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? " And ...
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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.