The Speaker, Or, Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers and Disposed Under Proper Heads with a View to Facilitate the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingJ. Johnson, 1805 - 396 psl. |
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... Death of Cæfar Shaks . 178 14 Gloucester's Speech to the Nobles BOOK VI . - DIALOGUES . Page Chap . Ib . 179 Page Shaks . 205 Ib . 207 Chief Ib . 210 16. 212 Ib . 214 Ib . 217 Ib . 223 Harris 180 9 Duke and Lord Ib . 185 10 Duke and ...
... Death of Cæfar Shaks . 178 14 Gloucester's Speech to the Nobles BOOK VI . - DIALOGUES . Page Chap . Ib . 179 Page Shaks . 205 Ib . 207 Chief Ib . 210 16. 212 Ib . 214 Ib . 217 Ib . 223 Harris 180 9 Duke and Lord Ib . 185 10 Duke and ...
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... Death Ib . 315 21 Lear 3 The Beggar's Petition 317 22 Macbeth's Soliloquy Ib . 361 4 Elegy on the Death of an 23 Macduff , Malcolmi , unfortunate Lady Pope 319 5 Morning Hymn Milton 321 24 6 Satan's Soliloquy Ib . 323 Juba and Syphax ...
... Death Ib . 315 21 Lear 3 The Beggar's Petition 317 22 Macbeth's Soliloquy Ib . 361 4 Elegy on the Death of an 23 Macduff , Malcolmi , unfortunate Lady Pope 319 5 Morning Hymn Milton 321 24 6 Satan's Soliloquy Ib . 323 Juba and Syphax ...
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... death thereof is an evil death . My son , blemish not thy good deeds , neither use uncom- fortable words when thou giveft any thing . Shall not the dew affuage the heat ; fo is a word better than a gift . Lo is not a word better than a ...
... death thereof is an evil death . My son , blemish not thy good deeds , neither use uncom- fortable words when thou giveft any thing . Shall not the dew affuage the heat ; fo is a word better than a gift . Lo is not a word better than a ...
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... death is most in apprehenfion ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon , In corporal fufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies . How far the little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world . Love ...
... death is most in apprehenfion ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon , In corporal fufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies . How far the little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world . Love ...
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... deaths ; The valiant never tafte of death but once . Of all the wonders that I yet have heard , It seems to me moft ftrange that men fhould fear ; Seeing that death , a neceffary end , Will come , when it will come . THERE is fome foul ...
... deaths ; The valiant never tafte of death but once . Of all the wonders that I yet have heard , It seems to me moft ftrange that men fhould fear ; Seeing that death , a neceffary end , Will come , when it will come . THERE is fome foul ...
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