Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... desire ! About him , fairies ; sing a scornful rhyme ; And , as you trip , still pinch him to your time . Evans . It is right ; indeed he is full of lecheries and iniquity . Song . Fye on sinful fantasy ! Fye on lust and luxury ! Lust ...
... desire ! About him , fairies ; sing a scornful rhyme ; And , as you trip , still pinch him to your time . Evans . It is right ; indeed he is full of lecheries and iniquity . Song . Fye on sinful fantasy ! Fye on lust and luxury ! Lust ...
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... desires , like fell and cruel hounds , E'er since pursue me . THE DUKE REQUESTS THE CLOWN TO REPEAT HIS SONG . Duke . O fellow , come , the song we had last night : - Mark it , Cesario ; it is old , and plain : The spinsters and the ...
... desires , like fell and cruel hounds , E'er since pursue me . THE DUKE REQUESTS THE CLOWN TO REPEAT HIS SONG . Duke . O fellow , come , the song we had last night : - Mark it , Cesario ; it is old , and plain : The spinsters and the ...
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... desire ? Once more adieu : my father at the road Expects my coming , there to see me shipp'd . ANTONIO AND PANTHINO . TRAVEL USEFUL TO YOUNG MEN , Ant . Tell me , Panthino , what sad talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the ...
... desire ? Once more adieu : my father at the road Expects my coming , there to see me shipp'd . ANTONIO AND PANTHINO . TRAVEL USEFUL TO YOUNG MEN , Ant . Tell me , Panthino , what sad talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the ...
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... desire . " What many men desire . That many may be meant By the fool multitude , that choose by show , Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ; Which pries not to the interior , but , like the martlet , Builds in the weather on ...
... desire . " What many men desire . That many may be meant By the fool multitude , that choose by show , Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ; Which pries not to the interior , but , like the martlet , Builds in the weather on ...
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... desire , Because I will not jump with common spirits , And rank me with the barbarous multitudes . Why , then , to thee , thou silver treasure - house ; Tell me once more what title thou dost bear : — " Who chooseth me , shall get as ...
... desire , Because I will not jump with common spirits , And rank me with the barbarous multitudes . Why , then , to thee , thou silver treasure - house ; Tell me once more what title thou dost bear : — " Who chooseth me , shall get as ...
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60 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
356 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
101 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
298 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
iv ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.