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1st Guard adjective adjunct adverb Alhambra analyzing and parsing angels arm'd arms Beelzebub bliss breath Cæsar called CHAPTER Charmian Circassia Cleopatra cloud complex noun conjunction Conjunctive Adverbs Crom Cromwell darkness death deep delight denote dependent clause earth eternal fair fate fire flame foes frequently glory Grammar groves happy hath heart heaven Hernando de Talavera hills hope hour immortal Infinitive mode intransitive verbs joined king learner light lord modified predicate modified subject mountains night NOTE noun in apposition noun or pronoun o'er pain participle peace plural praise preposition rage relative clause relative pronoun REMARKS Rule XIII Rule XVIII Rule XXI sense shade sigh silent simple sentences singular smiles Soho square sometimes song sorrow soul spirit stand stood subjunctive supplied sweet Syntax tence thee thing thou thought thunder tive whence wind wing words
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Страница 85 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Страница 100 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Страница 103 - And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say I taught thee, Say, Wolsey — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor...
Страница 91 - They pluck'd the seated hills, with all their load, Rocks, waters, woods, and by the shaggy tops Uplifting, bore them in their hands : amaze, Be sure, and terror, seized the rebel host, When coming towards them so dread they saw The bottom of the mountains upward turn'd ; Till on those cursed engines...
Страница 82 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing: I cannot go Where Universal Love not smiles around...
Страница 72 - tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Страница 80 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Страница 103 - 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!
Страница 69 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In winter, awful Thou ! with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd, Majestic darkness!
Страница 99 - 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.