The boy's second help to reading: a selection of choice passages from English authors, by T.A. Buckley |
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Dost thou believe , said the kindred spirit of antiquity dost thou think that , amidst such a variety of circumstances , aught can supply us with matter for conversation , unless we cultivate our minds ; or that our minds can bear ...
Dost thou believe , said the kindred spirit of antiquity dost thou think that , amidst such a variety of circumstances , aught can supply us with matter for conversation , unless we cultivate our minds ; or that our minds can bear ...
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A sore disease to anticipate mischance : How didst thou cure it ? In their dark breasts . To ephemeral man . PROMETHEUS . Blind hopes of good I planted CHORUS . That was a boon , indeed , PROMETHEUS . Nay more , I gave them fire .
A sore disease to anticipate mischance : How didst thou cure it ? In their dark breasts . To ephemeral man . PROMETHEUS . Blind hopes of good I planted CHORUS . That was a boon , indeed , PROMETHEUS . Nay more , I gave them fire .
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Vain the hope ; thou see'st That thou hast erred ; and that thou hast to us No pleasure brings , to thee excess of pain . Of this enough . Seek now to cure the evil . PROMETHEUS . " Tis a light thing for him whose foot's unwarped By ...
Vain the hope ; thou see'st That thou hast erred ; and that thou hast to us No pleasure brings , to thee excess of pain . Of this enough . Seek now to cure the evil . PROMETHEUS . " Tis a light thing for him whose foot's unwarped By ...
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Be thou a spirit of health , or goblin damn'd , Bring with thee airs from heaven , or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked or charitable , Thou com'st in such a questionable shape , That I will speak to thee .
Be thou a spirit of health , or goblin damn'd , Bring with thee airs from heaven , or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked or charitable , Thou com'st in such a questionable shape , That I will speak to thee .
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So art thou to revenge , when thou shalt hear . Ham . What ? Ghost . I am thy father's spirit , Doom'd for a certain time to walk the night , And , for the day , confined to fast in fire , Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature ...
So art thou to revenge , when thou shalt hear . Ham . What ? Ghost . I am thy father's spirit , Doom'd for a certain time to walk the night , And , for the day , confined to fast in fire , Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature ...
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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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