Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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Joseph Guy. And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear With something rich about me : from that place I shall no leading need . Edg . Give me thy arm . Poor Tom shall lead thee . EDGAR'S DESCRIPTION OF DOVER CLIFF . COME on , sir ; here's ...
Joseph Guy. And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear With something rich about me : from that place I shall no leading need . Edg . Give me thy arm . Poor Tom shall lead thee . EDGAR'S DESCRIPTION OF DOVER CLIFF . COME on , sir ; here's ...
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... bear . Sal . Pardon me , madam , I may not go without you to the kings . Const . Thou mayst , thou shalt , I will not go with thee : I will instruct my sorrows to be proud : For grief is proud , and makes his owner stoop . To me , and ...
... bear . Sal . Pardon me , madam , I may not go without you to the kings . Const . Thou mayst , thou shalt , I will not go with thee : I will instruct my sorrows to be proud : For grief is proud , and makes his owner stoop . To me , and ...
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... bears attaint With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty , That every wretch , pining and pale before , Beholding him , plucks comfort from his looks : A largess universal , like the sun , His liberal eye doth give to every one , Thawing ...
... bears attaint With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty , That every wretch , pining and pale before , Beholding him , plucks comfort from his looks : A largess universal , like the sun , His liberal eye doth give to every one , Thawing ...
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... bears himself ; How insolent of late he is become , How proud , peremptory , and unlike himself ? We know the time ... bear unto my lord Made me collect these dangers in the duke . If it be fond , call it a woman's fear ; Which fear if ...
... bears himself ; How insolent of late he is become , How proud , peremptory , and unlike himself ? We know the time ... bear unto my lord Made me collect these dangers in the duke . If it be fond , call it a woman's fear ; Which fear if ...
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... bear my standard.— Give me some ink and paper in my tent ; - I'll draw the form and model of our battle , Limit each leader to his several charge , And part in just proportion our small power . KING RICHARD STARTS OUT OF HIS DREAM ...
... bear my standard.— Give me some ink and paper in my tent ; - I'll draw the form and model of our battle , Limit each leader to his several charge , And part in just proportion our small power . KING RICHARD STARTS OUT OF HIS DREAM ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница iv - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.