Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - 251 strán (strany) |
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Strana 10
... sisters ! twins From ancient Night , who nurse the tender thought To Reason , and on Reason build Resolve , ( That column of true majesty in man ) Assist me ; I will thank you in the grave 10 EXERCISES THE COMMENCEMENT ...
... sisters ! twins From ancient Night , who nurse the tender thought To Reason , and on Reason build Resolve , ( That column of true majesty in man ) Assist me ; I will thank you in the grave 10 EXERCISES THE COMMENCEMENT ...
Strana 12
... true ; true , I have married her ; - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent - no more . Rude am I in speech , And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years pith , ' Till ...
... true ; true , I have married her ; - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent - no more . Rude am I in speech , And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years pith , ' Till ...
Strana 16
... true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep ; Which would but lead me to a worse relapse And heavier fall : so should I purchase dear Short intermission bought with double smart . This knows my Punisher ...
... true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep ; Which would but lead me to a worse relapse And heavier fall : so should I purchase dear Short intermission bought with double smart . This knows my Punisher ...
Strana 17
... true ! - Methinks a genius might the plan pursue . I- ( can you pardon my presumption ? ) - I , No wit , no genius , yet , for once , will try . Various the papers , various wants produce : The wants of fashion , elegance and use . Men ...
... true ! - Methinks a genius might the plan pursue . I- ( can you pardon my presumption ? ) - I , No wit , no genius , yet , for once , will try . Various the papers , various wants produce : The wants of fashion , elegance and use . Men ...
Strana 18
... true sinking paper , past all doubt . The retail politician's anxious thought Deems this side always right , and that stark naught ; He foams with censure ; with applause he raves ; A dupe to rumours , and a tool to knaves : He'll want ...
... true sinking paper , past all doubt . The retail politician's anxious thought Deems this side always right , and that stark naught ; He foams with censure ; with applause he raves ; A dupe to rumours , and a tool to knaves : He'll want ...
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Strana 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strana 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Strana 57 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Strana 154 - 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.
Strana 147 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Strana 143 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Strana 58 - 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.
Strana 127 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 64 - Having therefore obtained help of God, I continue unto this day, witnessing both to small and great, saying none other things than those which the prophets and Moses did say should come : that Christ should suffer, and that he should be the first that should rise from the dead, and should shew light unto the people, and to the Gentiles.
Strana 148 - 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,