Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... follow , as the night the day , Thou canst not then be false to any man . HAMLET DESCRIBES HIS MELANCHOLY . I HAVE of late ( but wherefore I know not ) lost all my mirth , foregone all custom of exercises : and , indeed , it goes so ...
... follow , as the night the day , Thou canst not then be false to any man . HAMLET DESCRIBES HIS MELANCHOLY . I HAVE of late ( but wherefore I know not ) lost all my mirth , foregone all custom of exercises : and , indeed , it goes so ...
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... follow fawning . Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of my choice , And could of men distinguish , her election Hath seal'd thee for herself : for thou hast been As one , in suffering all , that suffers nothing ; A man ...
... follow fawning . Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of my choice , And could of men distinguish , her election Hath seal'd thee for herself : for thou hast been As one , in suffering all , that suffers nothing ; A man ...
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... follows : Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear , Blasting his wholesome brother . Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed , And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love : for , at ...
... follows : Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear , Blasting his wholesome brother . Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed , And batten on this moor ? Ha ! have you eyes ? You cannot call it love : for , at ...
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... follow their noses are led by their eyes , but blind men ; and there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stink- ing . Let go thy hold , when a great wheel runs down a hill , lest it break thy neck with following ; but the ...
... follow their noses are led by their eyes , but blind men ; and there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stink- ing . Let go thy hold , when a great wheel runs down a hill , lest it break thy neck with following ; but the ...
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Joseph Guy. That , sir , which serves and seeks for gain , And follows but for form , Will pack , when it begins to rain , And leave thee in the storm . But I will tarry ; the fool will stay , And let the wise man fly : The knave turns ...
Joseph Guy. That , sir , which serves and seeks for gain , And follows but for form , Will pack , when it begins to rain , And leave thee in the storm . But I will tarry ; the fool will stay , And let the wise man fly : The knave turns ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Bassora beauty behold blood breath bright brittle glory Cæsar charms clouds Cold fearful courser dead dear death delight dost doth drachmas dread earth elocution eyes face fair FALSTAFF fame father fear fire flowers fool gentle give glory grace grave grief hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Hecat's Hecuba honour hope kind king labour light live look lord Lucilius Lycidas lyre Lysippus mind Muse nature ne'er never night noble numbers nymph o'er once OTHELLO pain passions peace Philippi pleased pleasure poor praise Priam pride prince Proteus Pyrrhus Rasselas rich round scene shade smile soft song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thing thou hast thought tongue trembling virtue voice Warren Hastings weep wild wind wings wonder younker 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.