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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... seen many instances in which he who finds time for everything , -for punc- tuality in all the relations of life , for the pleasures of society , for the cultivation of literature , for every rational amusement , -is the same man who is ...
... seen many instances in which he who finds time for everything , -for punc- tuality in all the relations of life , for the pleasures of society , for the cultivation of literature , for every rational amusement , -is the same man who is ...
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... seen how powerful they were in animating the ambitious spirit of the Roman orator . And yet not one of the motives by which he was stimulated is wanting to you . His field for competition was not more ample , his reward of success was ...
... seen how powerful they were in animating the ambitious spirit of the Roman orator . And yet not one of the motives by which he was stimulated is wanting to you . His field for competition was not more ample , his reward of success was ...
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... seen thee , And seeing thee , fain would call mine eyesight liar . PROMETHEUS . Certes no sight am I for friends to look on . CHORUS . Was this thy sole offence ? PROMOTHEUS . I taught weak mortals Not to foresee harm , and forestall ...
... seen thee , And seeing thee , fain would call mine eyesight liar . PROMETHEUS . Certes no sight am I for friends to look on . CHORUS . Was this thy sole offence ? PROMOTHEUS . I taught weak mortals Not to foresee harm , and forestall ...
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... seen than the 1st of November , the sun shone out in its full lustre ; the whole face of the sky was perfectly serene and clear , and not the least signal or warning of that approaching event , which has made this once flourishing ...
... seen than the 1st of November , the sun shone out in its full lustre ; the whole face of the sky was perfectly serene and clear , and not the least signal or warning of that approaching event , which has made this once flourishing ...
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... seen . Their tears , their bitter sighs and lamentations , would have touched the most flinty heart . I knelt down amongst them , and prayed as fervently as the rest , though to a much properer object , the only Being who could hear my ...
... seen . Their tears , their bitter sighs and lamentations , would have touched the most flinty heart . I knelt down amongst them , and prayed as fervently as the rest , though to a much properer object , the only Being who could hear my ...
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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.