Famous Authors and the Best Literature of England and America ...: Together with Choice Selections from Their Writings ...William Wilfred Birdsall, Rufus Matthew Jones American Book & Bible House, 1897 - 544 Seiten |
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... tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same tone ; " there is old Alderman Ox con- tinues to hold his Saxon epithet while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou , but becomes Beef , a fiery French gallant , when he ...
... tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same tone ; " there is old Alderman Ox con- tinues to hold his Saxon epithet while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou , but becomes Beef , a fiery French gallant , when he ...
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... tell no man , but go and shewe thysilf to the preste and offer the gyfte , that Moses com- maunded to be offred , in witness to them . When Jesus was entered in to Capernaum , there cam vnto him a certayne Centurion , besechyng him 66 ...
... tell no man , but go and shewe thysilf to the preste and offer the gyfte , that Moses com- maunded to be offred , in witness to them . When Jesus was entered in to Capernaum , there cam vnto him a certayne Centurion , besechyng him 66 ...
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... tell him , in death I blessed him , For so I will . - Mine eyes grow dim . - Farewell , My lord . - Griffith , farewell . - Nay , Patience , You must not leave me yet . I must to bed ; Call in more women . -When I am dead , good wench ...
... tell him , in death I blessed him , For so I will . - Mine eyes grow dim . - Farewell , My lord . - Griffith , farewell . - Nay , Patience , You must not leave me yet . I must to bed ; Call in more women . -When I am dead , good wench ...
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... tell you that which you yourselves do know , Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds , poor , poor dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me : but , were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a ...
... tell you that which you yourselves do know , Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds , poor , poor dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me : but , were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a ...
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... tell me this ? If he should break his day , what should I gain ? A pound of man's flesh taken from a man Is not so estimable , profitable neither , As flesh of muttons , beefs , or goats . I say To buy his favor , I extend this ...
... tell me this ? If he should break his day , what should I gain ? A pound of man's flesh taken from a man Is not so estimable , profitable neither , As flesh of muttons , beefs , or goats . I say To buy his favor , I extend this ...
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Seite 81 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed can never be supplied.
Seite 97 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Seite 78 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 114 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Seite 55 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Seite 53 - And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Seite 54 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Seite 97 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
Seite 303 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before. On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Seite 51 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.