Literary Class Book; Or, Readings in English Literature: To which is Prefixed an Introductory Treatise on the Art of Reading and the Principles of ElocutionSullivan, 1861 - 504 páginas |
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... bear a jest should not make one . We think less of the injuries we do , than of those we suffer . It is not so easy to hide one's faults , as to mend them . The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our stars , But in ourselves , that we are ...
... bear a jest should not make one . We think less of the injuries we do , than of those we suffer . It is not so easy to hide one's faults , as to mend them . The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our stars , But in ourselves , that we are ...
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... bear the death of Clodius . Three days , Lady Mary ! Why . I might be dead in three hours ! You're vastly ... bear , groan and sweat under a weary life , But that the dread of something after death— That undiscovered country , from whose ...
... bear the death of Clodius . Three days , Lady Mary ! Why . I might be dead in three hours ! You're vastly ... bear , groan and sweat under a weary life , But that the dread of something after death— That undiscovered country , from whose ...
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... bear , The arm'd rhinoceros or Hyrcanian tiger ; Take any shape but that , and my firm nerves Shall never tremble . Be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhibit , then protest me The baby of a girl ...
... bear , The arm'd rhinoceros or Hyrcanian tiger ; Take any shape but that , and my firm nerves Shall never tremble . Be alive again , And dare me to the desert with thy sword ; If trembling I inhibit , then protest me The baby of a girl ...
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... bears nothing but willows . and your Majesty values no trees but the laurel . I Submission . therefore beseech your Majesty to give me leave to enjoy what my little spot brings in , without deduction . Entreating , All that a poor ...
... bears nothing but willows . and your Majesty values no trees but the laurel . I Submission . therefore beseech your Majesty to give me leave to enjoy what my little spot brings in , without deduction . Entreating , All that a poor ...
Página 103
... bears the reeking spoils , Whole hosts may hail him with deserv'd acclaim , And say , ' This chief transcends his father's fame . While pleas'd amidst the gen❜tal shouts of Troy , His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy . " He ...
... bears the reeking spoils , Whole hosts may hail him with deserv'd acclaim , And say , ' This chief transcends his father's fame . While pleas'd amidst the gen❜tal shouts of Troy , His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy . " He ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
accent appear arms attention authority bear beauty begin body bring called common consider death desire earth emphasis equal example express eyes fall father fear feel force friends give given greater hand happiness head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human important inflection kind king less light live look lord manner mark master means mind nature necessary never night o'er object observations once passion person pleasure poor present pronounce proper reader reason require respect rest rising Roman rule sense sentence soul sound speak spirit tears tell thee thing thou thought tion tone true truth uncle Toby understand virtue voice whole wish words youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 436 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Página 389 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 497 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 331 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Página 220 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 71 - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página 460 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Página 496 - And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 387 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 387 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, 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.