The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and RecitationT.P. & J.S. Fowle, 1823 - 480 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 37
... never loved any body ? Had you loved men , they would love you : you have feared them : they fear you , they detest you . Diony . Damon ! Pythias ! vouchsafe to admit me be- tween you , to be the third friend of so perfect a society : I ...
... never loved any body ? Had you loved men , they would love you : you have feared them : they fear you , they detest you . Diony . Damon ! Pythias ! vouchsafe to admit me be- tween you , to be the third friend of so perfect a society : I ...
Σελίδα 38
... never depart . ' Tis a picture in memory distinctly defined , With the strong and unperishing colours of mind : A part of my being beyond my control , Beheld on that cloud , and transcribed on my soul . LESSON XIII . Eternity of God ...
... never depart . ' Tis a picture in memory distinctly defined , With the strong and unperishing colours of mind : A part of my being beyond my control , Beheld on that cloud , and transcribed on my soul . LESSON XIII . Eternity of God ...
Σελίδα 40
... never too close to be parted , or too strong to be broken . Tears were never known to move the king of terrours , neither is it enough that we are compelled to surrender one , or two , or many of those we love ; for though the price is ...
... never too close to be parted , or too strong to be broken . Tears were never known to move the king of terrours , neither is it enough that we are compelled to surrender one , or two , or many of those we love ; for though the price is ...
Σελίδα 42
... never be moved - the everlasting Cre- ator of countless worlds , " the high and lofty One that in- habiteth eternity ... never reached that ; revolution of ages has never moved it ; the waves of an eter- nity have been rushing past it ...
... never be moved - the everlasting Cre- ator of countless worlds , " the high and lofty One that in- habiteth eternity ... never reached that ; revolution of ages has never moved it ; the waves of an eter- nity have been rushing past it ...
Σελίδα 43
... never be blotted . We can never be where he is not , nor where he sees and loves and upholds us not . He is our Father and our God for ever . He takes us from earth that he may lead us to Heaven , that he may refine our nature from all ...
... never be blotted . We can never be where he is not , nor where he sees and loves and upholds us not . He is our Father and our God for ever . He takes us from earth that he may lead us to Heaven , that he may refine our nature from all ...
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The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation ... John Pierpont Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 1831 |
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Σελίδα 447 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
Σελίδα 26 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Σελίδα 433 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Σελίδα 447 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Σελίδα 282 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, — The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake. They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Σελίδα 444 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Σελίδα 254 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Σελίδα 446 - 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 Ca-sar.
Σελίδα 25 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Σελίδα 446 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.