Classical English Reader: Selections from Standard Authors with Explanatory and Critical Foot-notesGinn, 1888 - 452 pages |
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... eyes of the most beautiful , and makes them see therein their deformity and rottenness , and they acknowledge it . O eloquent , just , and mighty Death ! whom none could advise , thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared , thou hast ...
... eyes of the most beautiful , and makes them see therein their deformity and rottenness , and they acknowledge it . O eloquent , just , and mighty Death ! whom none could advise , thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared , thou hast ...
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... eyes , Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength , a malady - 8 Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown - imperial ; lilies of all kinds , The flower - de ...
... eyes , Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength , a malady - 8 Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown - imperial ; lilies of all kinds , The flower - de ...
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... eyes : and , to be plain , I think there is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best . Pol . She dances featly . Shep . So she does any thing , though I report it , That should be silent . If young Doricles Do light upon her ...
... eyes : and , to be plain , I think there is not half a kiss to choose Who loves another best . Pol . She dances featly . Shep . So she does any thing , though I report it , That should be silent . If young Doricles Do light upon her ...
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... eyes upon me ; he knew me : we both wept aloud . It seemed as though the interval since we parted had been as nothing ; I cried out , " Come , and tell me all about these things . " He I drew him away from his little friends , took him ...
... eyes upon me ; he knew me : we both wept aloud . It seemed as though the interval since we parted had been as nothing ; I cried out , " Come , and tell me all about these things . " He I drew him away from his little friends , took him ...
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... eyes had lost their original fire ; but they retained an uncommon sweetness , and , whenever they were turned upon me , their smile pierced to my heart . " Allan , I fear you have been a sufferer ? " He replied not , and I could not ...
... eyes had lost their original fire ; but they retained an uncommon sweetness , and , whenever they were turned upon me , their smile pierced to my heart . " Allan , I fear you have been a sufferer ? " He replied not , and I could not ...
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admiration Alcibiades ANNE BOLEYN beauty blessed blood breath character charity Cicero Cloten common Cymbeline D'Ol DANIEL WEBSTER death delight Divine doth dreams Duke duty Earth EDMUND BURKE ETON COLLEGE eyes fame father fear feel flowers give glorious glory grace grave GUIDERIUS hand happy hast hath head heart Heaven honour hope hour human JEREMY TAYLOR John Jewell justice King labour liberty light live look Lord mind mother murder nature never night noble o'er once OTHELLO passions person pleasure poet poetry praise Prince reason RICHARD HOOKER ROBERT BURNS ROBERT SOUTHEY S. T. COLERIDGE Samian wine scene seemed sense smile Socrates sorrow soul speak spirit stand sweet tears thee things thou thought tion truth unto virtue voice whole wisdom wonder words WORDSWORTH youth
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Page 280 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 76 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 209 - The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heaven, 'twas all he wish'd, a friend.
Page 207 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 434 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 281 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Page 281 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Page 31 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 185 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Page 138 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.