Famous Authors and the Best Literature of England and America ...: Together with Choice Selections from Their Writings ...William Wilfred Birdsall, Rufus Matthew Jones American Book & Bible House, 1897 - 544 páginas |
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... rise , To take oure way ther as I you devise . But natheles , while I have time and space , Or that I forther in this talè pace , Me thinketh it accordant to resòn , To tellen you alle the condition Of eche of hem , so as it semed me ...
... rise , To take oure way ther as I you devise . But natheles , while I have time and space , Or that I forther in this talè pace , Me thinketh it accordant to resòn , To tellen you alle the condition Of eche of hem , so as it semed me ...
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... rise in ; A sure and safe one , though thy master miss'd it . Mark but my fall , and that that ruin'd me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man , then , The image of his Maker , hope ...
... rise in ; A sure and safe one , though thy master miss'd it . Mark but my fall , and that that ruin'd me . Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that sin fell the angels ; how can man , then , The image of his Maker , hope ...
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... tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny . Shall I bend low , and in a bondman's key WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 55 'Antony's Oration at Cæsar's Funeral,' Guest of Sir Thomas Abney, 72.
... tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny . Shall I bend low , and in a bondman's key WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 55 'Antony's Oration at Cæsar's Funeral,' Guest of Sir Thomas Abney, 72.
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... rise , Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . CELIA . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honoring thee , As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou ...
... rise , Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . CELIA . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honoring thee , As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou ...
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... rise on English poetry ; and there , at his father's , he wrote his " Comus " and " Lycidas , " his " L'Alle- gro " and " Il Penseroso , " and his " Arcades . " In 1638 he went to Italy , the most accomplished Englishman that ever ...
... rise on English poetry ; and there , at his father's , he wrote his " Comus " and " Lycidas , " his " L'Alle- gro " and " Il Penseroso , " and his " Arcades . " In 1638 he went to Italy , the most accomplished Englishman that ever ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adam Bede angels Armorel beauty bells Ben Jonson blessed breath Cæsar called Charles Dickens child corn-law dark dear death Deemster delight earth England English eyes face Faerie Queene fair father flowers George Eliot HALL CAINE hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hope human Ivanhoe king labor lady Lady of Shalott light literary literature live London look Lord master mind Miss Miss Bretherton never night noble novels o'er once passed poems poet poetry poor Poyser published Queen replied rose Roseveans round RUDYARD KIPLING Scene Shakespeare sleep smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stood story sweet tears tell thee things thou thought truth verse voice weary Wee Willie Winkie Weller woman wonder word writings young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 81 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed can never be supplied.
Página 97 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Página 78 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 114 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Página 55 - 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.
Página 53 - And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Página 54 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 97 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
Página 303 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before. On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Página 51 - 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.