The boy's second help to reading: a selection of choice passages from English authors, by T.A. BuckleyTheodore Alors W. Buckley 1854 |
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... close of his illustrious career , what I may appear to the world ; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea - shore , finding sometimes a brighter pebble or a smoother shell than ordinary , while the great ...
... close of his illustrious career , what I may appear to the world ; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea - shore , finding sometimes a brighter pebble or a smoother shell than ordinary , while the great ...
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... close attention as Orpheus's first audience of cattle , or that of an Italian opera , when some favourite air is just awakened . This sudden effect of his music encouraged him mightily ; and it was observed he never touched his lyre in ...
... close attention as Orpheus's first audience of cattle , or that of an Italian opera , when some favourite air is just awakened . This sudden effect of his music encouraged him mightily ; and it was observed he never touched his lyre in ...
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... closed upon them , inas- much as not the least sign of a wreck was ever seen afterwards . This account you may give full credit to , for as to the loss of the vessels , it is confirmed by everybody ; and with regard to the quay , I went ...
... closed upon them , inas- much as not the least sign of a wreck was ever seen afterwards . This account you may give full credit to , for as to the loss of the vessels , it is confirmed by everybody ; and with regard to the quay , I went ...
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... towards the close of his life , the only one , as far as we remember , who knew him during the first ten or twelve years of his residence in the capital , was David Garrick ; and it does not appear that , during. 73 Macaulay.
... towards the close of his life , the only one , as far as we remember , who knew him during the first ten or twelve years of his residence in the capital , was David Garrick ; and it does not appear that , during. 73 Macaulay.
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... close of the seventeenth and at the be- ginning of the eighteenth century , more than made up by arti- ficial encouragement , by a vast system of bounties and premiums . There was , perhaps , never a time at which the rewards of ...
... close of the seventeenth and at the be- ginning of the eighteenth century , more than made up by arti- ficial encouragement , by a vast system of bounties and premiums . There was , perhaps , never a time at which the rewards of ...
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ancient animals appeared Asem Augustus Cæsar Battle of Crecy beautiful behold boat body born breath Brutus Cæsar church clouds cried dark dead death delight dreadful earth enemy eternal eyes father fear feeling fell fire genius glory GODFREY DE BOUILLON Grongar Hill ground hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Homer honour hope horse human Iliad JULIUS CÆSAR king labour light live look Lord manner mind moon morning Mount Vesuvius mountains nature never night noble o'er observed once pain passed pity pleasure poet poor present racter Rome ruins Sandy Smith scarcely seemed seen shade ship sleep Sloth smile soon soul spider spirit stood sweet Terpander Thebes thee things thou thought Trojan war twas whole wild WILLIAM OF MALMESBURY wind wisdom wonder youth
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24 psl. - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
276 psl. - Why man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ! and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
200 psl. - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly...
84 psl. - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
291 psl. - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
200 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
201 psl. - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
192 psl. - This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
177 psl. - Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze On me alone it blew.
275 psl. - I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.