The Standard First[-fifth] Reader ...Phillips, Sampson, 1859 |
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... lives long who lives well - Randolph . Retirement Goldsmith . The Old Man by the Brook worth . Freedom - Bryant . Folly of Procrastination- Practical Charity Crabbe . The Guilty Conscience Byron . Prayer - Tennyson . Coronach Scott ...
... lives long who lives well - Randolph . Retirement Goldsmith . The Old Man by the Brook worth . Freedom - Bryant . Folly of Procrastination- Practical Charity Crabbe . The Guilty Conscience Byron . Prayer - Tennyson . Coronach Scott ...
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... Lives ' through all life " , extends ' through all extent , Spreads ' undivided " , operates ' unspent . 164. The Casural pauses , and the pauses at the end of each line , must be made by suspending , not dropping , the breath ; and ...
... Lives ' through all life " , extends ' through all extent , Spreads ' undivided " , operates ' unspent . 164. The Casural pauses , and the pauses at the end of each line , must be made by suspending , not dropping , the breath ; and ...
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... lives . They were loaded with heavy chains ; they were never allowed to go into the open air ; and they were not permitted to see any of their relations . 2. There was once in the Bastile a prisoner named La Tude . * He was put in when ...
... lives . They were loaded with heavy chains ; they were never allowed to go into the open air ; and they were not permitted to see any of their relations . 2. There was once in the Bastile a prisoner named La Tude . * He was put in when ...
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... live well than long . Better to be untaught than to be ill - taught . Books alone can never teach the use of books . Brevity is the soul of wit . By the approval of evil , you become guilty of it . By learning to obey , you will know ...
... live well than long . Better to be untaught than to be ill - taught . Books alone can never teach the use of books . Brevity is the soul of wit . By the approval of evil , you become guilty of it . By learning to obey , you will know ...
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... live so that nobody will believe them . Want of punctuality is a species of falsehood . What sculpture is to a block of marble , education is to the mind . Wherever there is flattery , there is sure to be a fool . Wit is folly unless a ...
... live so that nobody will believe them . Want of punctuality is a species of falsehood . What sculpture is to a block of marble , education is to the mind . Wherever there is flattery , there is sure to be a fool . Wit is folly unless a ...
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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.
394 psl. - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound ; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power.
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...