The Boy's Second Help to Reading: A Selection of Choice Passages from English Authors, Adapted for More Advanced PupilsGeo. Routledge & Company, 1854 - 312 psl. |
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... poetry , which neither pleasure nor business had ever extinguished , revived with an ardour such as few , in the eagerness of youth , or in the pursuit of fame or advantage , are capable of feeling . Hence it was , that in the interval ...
... poetry , which neither pleasure nor business had ever extinguished , revived with an ardour such as few , in the eagerness of youth , or in the pursuit of fame or advantage , are capable of feeling . Hence it was , that in the interval ...
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... Poet - laureate , after the office had been refused by Gray . A Grecian youth of talents rare , Whom Plato's philosophic care Had form'd for Virtue's nobler view , By precepts and example too , Would often boast his matchless skill , To ...
... Poet - laureate , after the office had been refused by Gray . A Grecian youth of talents rare , Whom Plato's philosophic care Had form'd for Virtue's nobler view , By precepts and example too , Would often boast his matchless skill , To ...
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... poet of antiquity , after Homer . CHORUS . Speak now , and let us know the whole offence Jove charges thee withal ; for which he seized , And with dishonour and dire insult loads thee . Unfold the tale ; unless , perhaps , such sorrow ...
... poet of antiquity , after Homer . CHORUS . Speak now , and let us know the whole offence Jove charges thee withal ; for which he seized , And with dishonour and dire insult loads thee . Unfold the tale ; unless , perhaps , such sorrow ...
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... poets ( born at Stratford - on - Avon , 1564 ) , is utterly beyond our limits . Equally hopeless were the task of praising the efforts of the poet who was " for all time . " As regards the extract now presented , it is a noble and ...
... poets ( born at Stratford - on - Avon , 1564 ) , is utterly beyond our limits . Equally hopeless were the task of praising the efforts of the poet who was " for all time . " As regards the extract now presented , it is a noble and ...
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... poetry , to which , though in many instances bor- rowed from the Greek , the power of Horace , as an adapter , has lent a grace and beauty never surpassed . TO SESTIUS . Now winter melts in vernal gales , And grateful zephyrs fill the ...
... poetry , to which , though in many instances bor- rowed from the Greek , the power of Horace , as an adapter , has lent a grace and beauty never surpassed . TO SESTIUS . Now winter melts in vernal gales , And grateful zephyrs fill the ...
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Æneid ÆSCHYLUS 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 eyes father fear feeling fell fire genius glory 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 sight sleep Sloth smile soon soul spider spirit stood sweet Terpander Thebes thee things thou thought Trojan war twas whole wild WILLIAM OF MALMESBURY wind wing wisdom wonder youth
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