The Standard First[-fifth] Reader ...Phillips, Sampson, 1859 |
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... appear'st in the Senate ! Though thy cry moved me , thy crime moved me more . These things can never make your government . Thou barb'dst the dart that wounded me , alas ! XXI . Thou startl'dst me , and still thou startl'st me . Thou ...
... appear'st in the Senate ! Though thy cry moved me , thy crime moved me more . These things can never make your government . Thou barb'dst the dart that wounded me , alas ! XXI . Thou startl'dst me , and still thou startl'st me . Thou ...
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... appears to the eye Indeed , it is often allowable , for the sake of pointing out the sense more strongly , or of shifting and relieving the voice , to make a very consider- able pause where there is no punctuation mark , and where the ...
... appears to the eye Indeed , it is often allowable , for the sake of pointing out the sense more strongly , or of shifting and relieving the voice , to make a very consider- able pause where there is no punctuation mark , and where the ...
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... appear like a fool in the company of a fool . A goose - quill is more danger- ous than a lion's claw . A thousand probabilities will not make one truth . A great man will neither trample on a worm , nor cringe before a king . A jest is ...
... appear like a fool in the company of a fool . A goose - quill is more danger- ous than a lion's claw . A thousand probabilities will not make one truth . A great man will neither trample on a worm , nor cringe before a king . A jest is ...
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... appears ; and you must look for your bag where you can find it . " XIV . ADORATION AMID NATURAL SCENES . 1. THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine ; " My temple , Lord ! that arch of thine My censer's breath the mountain airs , And silent ...
... appears ; and you must look for your bag where you can find it . " XIV . ADORATION AMID NATURAL SCENES . 1. THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine ; " My temple , Lord ! that arch of thine My censer's breath the mountain airs , And silent ...
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... appearing at midnight , dressed in white , in his sleeping - room . The victim of this stupid jest , roused from sleep , and seeing the white figure in his room , took a pistol from beneath his pillow , and threatened to fire . The ...
... appearing at midnight , dressed in white , in his sleeping - room . The victim of this stupid jest , roused from sleep , and seeing the white figure in his room , took a pistol from beneath his pillow , and threatened to fire . The ...
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339 psl. - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
362 psl. - I have of late but wherefore I know not lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
364 psl. - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
339 psl. - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
261 psl. - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
409 psl. - 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
311 psl. - Alas! alas! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made 4.
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309 psl. - When service should in. my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that : and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you.
307 psl. - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow...