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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... deep foundations of sobriety , frugality , and industry , the young journeyman built his fortunes and fame ; and he soon came to have a printing - office of his own . Toiling early and late , with his own hands he set types and worked ...
... deep foundations of sobriety , frugality , and industry , the young journeyman built his fortunes and fame ; and he soon came to have a printing - office of his own . Toiling early and late , with his own hands he set types and worked ...
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... deep and dateless spring The Greek and Roman drank ? -Colossal Thebes , How lowly sleep thy ruins , where of yore , Like billows trooping at the whirlwind's call , Forth from thy hundred gates the battle - cars Were roll'd . Thy tombs ...
... deep and dateless spring The Greek and Roman drank ? -Colossal Thebes , How lowly sleep thy ruins , where of yore , Like billows trooping at the whirlwind's call , Forth from thy hundred gates the battle - cars Were roll'd . Thy tombs ...
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... deep , And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by . Brak . Had you such leisure in the time of death , To gaze upon the secrets of the deep ? Clar . Methought I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghost ; but still the ...
... deep , And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by . Brak . Had you such leisure in the time of death , To gaze upon the secrets of the deep ? Clar . Methought I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghost ; but still the ...
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... deep pray'rs cannot appease thee , But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds , Yet execute thy wrath on me alone : O spare my guiltless wife , and my poor children ! I prithee , Brakenbury , stay by me : My soul is heavy , and I fain ...
... deep pray'rs cannot appease thee , But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds , Yet execute thy wrath on me alone : O spare my guiltless wife , and my poor children ! I prithee , Brakenbury , stay by me : My soul is heavy , and I fain ...
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... deep tranquillity . Not undelightful now to roam The wild heath sparkling on the sight ; Not undelightful now to pace The forest's ample rounds . And see the spangled branches shine And mark the moss of many a hue That varies the old ...
... deep tranquillity . Not undelightful now to roam The wild heath sparkling on the sight ; Not undelightful now to pace The forest's ample rounds . And see the spangled branches shine And mark the moss of many a hue That varies the old ...
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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.
275 psl. - I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.