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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... called Godfrey , after his father , surnamed Boiard . This was at the time when Robert Friso , of whom I have made mention above , on the death of Florence , married his widow Gertrude ; advancing Theodoric , his son - in - law , to the ...
... called Godfrey , after his father , surnamed Boiard . This was at the time when Robert Friso , of whom I have made mention above , on the death of Florence , married his widow Gertrude ; advancing Theodoric , his son - in - law , to the ...
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... called the representative of materialism ; and yet , when he thought on religion , his mind passed beyond reliance on sects to faith in God ; when he wrote on politics , he founded the freedom of his country on principles that know no ...
... called the representative of materialism ; and yet , when he thought on religion , his mind passed beyond reliance on sects to faith in God ; when he wrote on politics , he founded the freedom of his country on principles that know no ...
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... called together on an un- usual occasion , I should have waited to hear the opinions of others before I had offered my own ; and if what they had proposed had seemed to me judicious , I should have given my reasons from those who had ...
... called together on an un- usual occasion , I should have waited to hear the opinions of others before I had offered my own ; and if what they had proposed had seemed to me judicious , I should have given my reasons from those who had ...
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... called the second generation of the Johnsonian age . Of these men , Churchill was the only one in whom we can trace the stronger lineaments of that character which , when Johnson first came up to London , was common among authors . Of ...
... called the second generation of the Johnsonian age . Of these men , Churchill was the only one in whom we can trace the stronger lineaments of that character which , when Johnson first came up to London , was common among authors . Of ...
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... called , which was to take place at Ashby , in the county of Leicester , as champions of the first renown were to take the field in the presence of Prince John himself , who was expected to grace the lists , † had attracted uni- versal ...
... called , which was to take place at Ashby , in the county of Leicester , as champions of the first renown were to take the field in the presence of Prince John himself , who was expected to grace the lists , † had attracted uni- versal ...
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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...
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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.
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