Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... senses . This guest of summer , The temple - haunting martlet , does approve , By his loved mansionry , that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , but this bird Hath made his ...
... senses . This guest of summer , The temple - haunting martlet , does approve , By his loved mansionry , that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , but this bird Hath made his ...
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... sense , Delighted them in any other form ; Or that I do not yet , and ever did , And ever will , though he do shake me off To beggarly divorcement , -love him dearly , Comfort forswear me ! Unkindness may do much ; And his unkindness ...
... sense , Delighted them in any other form ; Or that I do not yet , and ever did , And ever will , though he do shake me off To beggarly divorcement , -love him dearly , Comfort forswear me ! Unkindness may do much ; And his unkindness ...
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... senses take all feeling else , Save what beats there . - Filial ingratitude ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand , For lifting food to ' t ? —But I will punish home : - No , I will weep no more . - In such a night To shut me ...
... senses take all feeling else , Save what beats there . - Filial ingratitude ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand , For lifting food to ' t ? —But I will punish home : - No , I will weep no more . - In such a night To shut me ...
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... senses with the heart . Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs , -grace , and rude will ; And , where the worser is predominant , Full soon the canker death eats up that plant . JULIET'S IMPATIENCE FOR THE ...
... senses with the heart . Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs , -grace , and rude will ; And , where the worser is predominant , Full soon the canker death eats up that plant . JULIET'S IMPATIENCE FOR THE ...
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... senses , that This airy charm is for , I'll break my staff , Bury it certain fathoms in the earth , And , deeper than did ever plummet sound , I'll drown my book . THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA . VALENTINE AND PROTEUS BID EACH OTHER ADIEU ...
... senses , that This airy charm is for , I'll break my staff , Bury it certain fathoms in the earth , And , deeper than did ever plummet sound , I'll drown my book . THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA . VALENTINE AND PROTEUS BID EACH OTHER ADIEU ...
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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.