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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... tell you how indispensable it is to the understanding of a thousand allusions to the usages and expressions and annals of classical antiquity , which are scattered with happy prodigality through some of the finest of modern compositions ...
... tell you how indispensable it is to the understanding of a thousand allusions to the usages and expressions and annals of classical antiquity , which are scattered with happy prodigality through some of the finest of modern compositions ...
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... tell . PROMETHEUS . To tell or not to tell Irks me the same ; which way I turn is pain . When first the gods their fatal strife began , And insurrection raged in Heaven - some striving To cast old Kronos from his hoary throne , That ...
... tell . PROMETHEUS . To tell or not to tell Irks me the same ; which way I turn is pain . When first the gods their fatal strife began , And insurrection raged in Heaven - some striving To cast old Kronos from his hoary throne , That ...
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... tell Why thy canonized bones , hearsed in earth , Have burst their cerements ? * Why the sepulchre , Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd , Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws , To cast thee up again ? What may this mean ? That thou ...
... tell Why thy canonized bones , hearsed in earth , Have burst their cerements ? * Why the sepulchre , Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd , Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws , To cast thee up again ? What may this mean ? That thou ...
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... tell the secrets of my prison - house , 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 knotty and combined locks to part ...
... tell the secrets of my prison - house , 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 knotty and combined locks to part ...
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... tell it . Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances , Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair - breadth ' scapes , in the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe , And sold to slav'ry ; of my redemption ...
... tell it . Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances , Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair - breadth ' scapes , in the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe , And sold to slav'ry ; of my redemption ...
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ancient animals appeared arms beautiful began body born called carried character church close danger dead death deep died earth equally eyes fair fall fear feeling fell field fire gave give ground hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hold honour hope hour human Italy kind king learning least leave less light live look Lord lost manner means mind nature never night o'er object observed once pain passed person pleasure poet poor present received remained respect rest ruins scarcely seemed seen ship side sight sleep soon soul sound spirit stand stood tell thee things thou thought thousand took turned whole wind
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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.
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| Pavadinimas | The boy's second help to reading: a selection of choice passages from English authors, by T.A. Buckley |
| Redaktorius | Theodore Alors W. Buckley |
| Išleista | 1854 |
| Originalas iš | Oksfordo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 29 rugsėjo 2006 |
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