The school book of poetry, ed. by W.C. BennettWilliam Cox Bennett Thomas Murby, 1870 - 192 страница |
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... roar , that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say , " Let him roar again , Let him roar again . " Quin . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the duchess and the ladies ...
... roar , that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say , " Let him roar again , Let him roar again . " Quin . An you should do it too terribly , you would fright the duchess and the ladies ...
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... roar you as gently as any suck- ing dove ; I will roar you an ' twere any nightingale . Quin . You can play no part but Pyramus ; for Pyramus is a sweet - faced man ; a proper man , as one shall see in a summer's day ; a most lovely ...
... roar you as gently as any suck- ing dove ; I will roar you an ' twere any nightingale . Quin . You can play no part but Pyramus ; for Pyramus is a sweet - faced man ; a proper man , as one shall see in a summer's day ; a most lovely ...
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... roar Of the breakers on the reef outside , that never touched the shore . But Scripture saith , an ending to all fine things must be ; So the king's ships sailed on Avès , and quite put down were we . All day we fought like bull - dogs ...
... roar Of the breakers on the reef outside , that never touched the shore . But Scripture saith , an ending to all fine things must be ; So the king's ships sailed on Avès , and quite put down were we . All day we fought like bull - dogs ...
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... roar ? Not one now , to mock your own jeering ? quite chap - fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber , and tell her , let her paint an inch thick , to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.— Pr'ythee , Horatio , tell me ...
... roar ? Not one now , to mock your own jeering ? quite chap - fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber , and tell her , let her paint an inch thick , to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.— Pr'ythee , Horatio , tell me ...
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... roar that ne'er is still ? ' Tis mute as death ! —but in my soul It roars , and ever will . What forests tall of tiniest moss Clothe every little stone ! What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade ...
... roar that ne'er is still ? ' Tis mute as death ! —but in my soul It roars , and ever will . What forests tall of tiniest moss Clothe every little stone ! What pigmy oaks their foliage toss O'er pigmy valleys lone ! With shade o'er shade ...
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Страница 152 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Страница 21 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Страница 129 - I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, J hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be.
Страница 64 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Страница 101 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Страница 87 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Страница 68 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Страница 75 - 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.
Страница 23 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Страница 93 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...