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The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with
hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd,
unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but, being in, Bear 't that
the ...
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with
hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd,
unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but, being in, Bear 't that
the ...
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Nay, do not think I flatter : For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no
revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee ? Why should the poor
be flat- - ter'd? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the ...
Nay, do not think I flatter : For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no
revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee ? Why should the poor
be flat- - ter'd? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the ...
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A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how
yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear : Change places; and,
handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou hast seen a farmer's ...
A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how
yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear : Change places; and,
handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou hast seen a farmer's ...
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Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint
my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell
on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment ! Dost thou ...
Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint
my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell
on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment ! Dost thou ...
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... thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewell : buy food, and get thyself in
flesh. — Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me To Juliet's grave, for there
must I use thee. KING JOHN. CONSTANCE APOSTROPHIZES HER SON
ARTHUR.
... thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewell : buy food, and get thyself in
flesh. — Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me To Juliet's grave, for there
must I use thee. KING JOHN. CONSTANCE APOSTROPHIZES HER SON
ARTHUR.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appear arms bear beauty better body breath dead death deep desire doth earth eyes face fair fall fame father fear feel fields fire flowers follow give grace grave hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope human keep kind king laws leave less light live look lord lost means mind nature never night o'er observed once pain pass passions peace pleased pleasure poor praise pride reason receive rest rich rise round scene sense side smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand true turn virtue voice whole wind wings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
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 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.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English language |
| Herausgeber | Joseph Guy |
| Veröffentlicht | 1852 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 14. Aug. 2006 |
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