Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury , And vaulted with such ease into his seat , As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds , To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship . FALSTAFF'S NOTION OF ...
... Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury , And vaulted with such ease into his seat , As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds , To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship . FALSTAFF'S NOTION OF ...
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... rise in crystal wall or ridge direct , For haste ; such flight the great command impress'd On the swift floods : as armies at the call Of trumpet ( for of armies thou hast heard ) Troop to their standard ; so the watery throng , Wave ...
... rise in crystal wall or ridge direct , For haste ; such flight the great command impress'd On the swift floods : as armies at the call Of trumpet ( for of armies thou hast heard ) Troop to their standard ; so the watery throng , Wave ...
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... rise , Rich with immortal green above the rest : Whether , adopted to some neighbouring star , Thou roll'st above us in thy wand'ring race , Or , in procession fix'd and regular , Moved with the heaven majestic pace ; Or , call'd to ...
... rise , Rich with immortal green above the rest : Whether , adopted to some neighbouring star , Thou roll'st above us in thy wand'ring race , Or , in procession fix'd and regular , Moved with the heaven majestic pace ; Or , call'd to ...
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... rise , our sorrows end , As our Creator deigns to be our friend . " I said and instant bade the priests prepare The ritual sacrifice and solemn prayer . Select from vulgar herds , with garlands gay , A hundred bulls ascend the sacred ...
... rise , our sorrows end , As our Creator deigns to be our friend . " I said and instant bade the priests prepare The ritual sacrifice and solemn prayer . Select from vulgar herds , with garlands gay , A hundred bulls ascend the sacred ...
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... rise and set ; While thy abandon'd tribes shall only know A different master , and a change of woe , With downcast eye - lids , and with looks aghast , Shall dread the future , or bewail the past . " Afflicted Israel shall sit weeping ...
... rise and set ; While thy abandon'd tribes shall only know A different master , and a change of woe , With downcast eye - lids , and with looks aghast , Shall dread the future , or bewail the past . " Afflicted Israel shall sit weeping ...
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appear arms bear beauty better body breath bring dead death deep desire doth earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel field fire flowers follow force fortune gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope keep kind king leave less light live look lord lost means mind nature never night noble o'er observed once pain pass passions peace play pleased pleasure poor praise prince reason receive rest rich rise round smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand sweet tell thee thing thou thought thousand true turn virtue voice whole wind young youth
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Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.