Choice specimens of English literature, selected and arranged by T.B. Shaw, ed. W. SmithThomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith 1864 |
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... spirit of Heaven's - Guard o'er the water borne , With mighty speed . Fremde has a double ending in the nominative - one vowel , the other consonantal , 2 Idel A. S. barren , idle . Deserts idle . - Othello . Idle pebbles . - Lear . 3 ...
... spirit of Heaven's - Guard o'er the water borne , With mighty speed . Fremde has a double ending in the nominative - one vowel , the other consonantal , 2 Idel A. S. barren , idle . Deserts idle . - Othello . Idle pebbles . - Lear . 3 ...
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... spirits to these creatures bace , That may compassion of their evils move ? There is : -else much more wretched were the cace Of men then beasts : But O ! th ' exceeding grace Of Highest God that loves his creatures so , And all his ...
... spirits to these creatures bace , That may compassion of their evils move ? There is : -else much more wretched were the cace Of men then beasts : But O ! th ' exceeding grace Of Highest God that loves his creatures so , And all his ...
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... spirit ; " but who believes it , till death tells it us ? It was death , which , opening the conscience of Charles V. , made him enjoin his son Philip to restore Navarre , and King Francis I. of France to command that justice should be ...
... spirit ; " but who believes it , till death tells it us ? It was death , which , opening the conscience of Charles V. , made him enjoin his son Philip to restore Navarre , and King Francis I. of France to command that justice should be ...
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... spirit ; and study rather behaviour , than virtue . But this holds not always : for Augustus Cæsar , Titus ... spirits , and yet the most beautiful men of their times . In beauty , that of favour , is more than that of colour ; and ...
... spirit ; and study rather behaviour , than virtue . But this holds not always : for Augustus Cæsar , Titus ... spirits , and yet the most beautiful men of their times . In beauty , that of favour , is more than that of colour ; and ...
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... spirit , seek to free them- selves from scorn ; which must be either by virtue or malice ; and , therefore , let it not be marvelled , if sometimes they prove excellent persons ; as was Agesilaus , Zanger the son of Solyman , Esop ...
... spirit , seek to free them- selves from scorn ; which must be either by virtue or malice ; and , therefore , let it not be marvelled , if sometimes they prove excellent persons ; as was Agesilaus , Zanger the son of Solyman , Esop ...
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Side 406 - Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest...
Side 162 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Side 359 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Side 363 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, 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. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — • Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters...
Side 299 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 149 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Side 301 - 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, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled...
Side 394 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Side 301 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day.
Side 360 - 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!