Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , but this bird Hath made his pendent bed , and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt , I have observed , The air is delicate . MACBETH'S ...
... breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty , frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , but this bird Hath made his pendent bed , and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt , I have observed , The air is delicate . MACBETH'S ...
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... breath of a sacred king ? Thou canst not , cardinal , devise a name So slight , unworthy , and ridiculous , To charge me to an answer , as the pope . Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England Add thus much more , -That no ...
... breath of a sacred king ? Thou canst not , cardinal , devise a name So slight , unworthy , and ridiculous , To charge me to an answer , as the pope . Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of England Add thus much more , -That no ...
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... breath Which was embounded in this beauteous clay , Let hell want pains enough to torture me ! I left him well . KING JOHN'S DEATH IN THE ORCHARD OF SWINSTEAD ABBEY . K. John . Ay , marry , now my soul hath elbow - room ; It would not ...
... breath Which was embounded in this beauteous clay , Let hell want pains enough to torture me ! I left him well . KING JOHN'S DEATH IN THE ORCHARD OF SWINSTEAD ABBEY . K. John . Ay , marry , now my soul hath elbow - room ; It would not ...
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... breathing native breath ? GAUNT PROPHESIES THE DOWNFALL OF KING RICHARD . METHINKS , I am a prophet new inspired ; And thus , expiring , do foretell of him : His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last ; For violent fires soon burn out ...
... breathing native breath ? GAUNT PROPHESIES THE DOWNFALL OF KING RICHARD . METHINKS , I am a prophet new inspired ; And thus , expiring , do foretell of him : His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last ; For violent fires soon burn out ...
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... breathing world , scarce half made up , And that so lamely and unfashionable , That dogs bark at me , as I halt by them ; — Why , I , in this weak piping time of peace , Have no delight to pass away the time ; Unless to spy my shadow in ...
... breathing world , scarce half made up , And that so lamely and unfashionable , That dogs bark at me , as I halt by them ; — Why , I , in this weak piping time of peace , Have no delight to pass away the time ; Unless to spy my shadow in ...
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Side 60 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Side 356 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Side 101 - Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Side 298 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid. And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Side iv - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Side 6 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Side 297 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Side 102 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.