The Speaker, Or, Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers and Disposed Under Proper Heads with a View to Facilitate the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingJ. Johnson, 1805 - Всего страниц: 396 |
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... lives like other folks . Then you will pafs into Africa : WILL pafs , did I fay ? - In expreffing any maxim , or doctrine , which contains much meaning in a few words , the weight of the fentiment fhould fhould be accompanied with a ...
... lives like other folks . Then you will pafs into Africa : WILL pafs , did I fay ? - In expreffing any maxim , or doctrine , which contains much meaning in a few words , the weight of the fentiment fhould fhould be accompanied with a ...
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... live upon contentedly . A CONTENTED mind , and a good confcience , will make a man happy in all conditions . He knows not how to fear , who dares to die . THERE is but one way of fortifying the foul against all B gloomy gloomy prefages ...
... live upon contentedly . A CONTENTED mind , and a good confcience , will make a man happy in all conditions . He knows not how to fear , who dares to die . THERE is but one way of fortifying the foul against all B gloomy gloomy prefages ...
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... live at prefent . but are providing to live another time . PARTY is the madness of many for the gain of a few . To endeavour to work upon the vulgar with fine fenfe , is like attempting to hew blocks of marble with a razor ...
... live at prefent . but are providing to live another time . PARTY is the madness of many for the gain of a few . To endeavour to work upon the vulgar with fine fenfe , is like attempting to hew blocks of marble with a razor ...
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... lives and limbs in the difpute ; but when that is once at an end , it is no more thought on , but fleeps in oblivion , buried in rubbish , which no one thinks it worth his pains to rake into , much less to -remove . HONOUR is but a ...
... lives and limbs in the difpute ; but when that is once at an end , it is no more thought on , but fleeps in oblivion , buried in rubbish , which no one thinks it worth his pains to rake into , much less to -remove . HONOUR is but a ...
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... live in brass ; their virtues we write in water . THE web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together ; our virtues would be proud , if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would defpair , if they were not ...
... live in brass ; their virtues we write in water . THE web of our life is of a mingled yarn , good and ill together ; our virtues would be proud , if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would defpair , if they were not ...
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Стр. 208 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Стр. 357 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Стр. 231 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, 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.
Стр. 219 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he : For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me ' Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did.
Стр. 263 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Стр. 279 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Стр. 248 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 205 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Стр. 331 - ... all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy. But when, or where ? — This world was made for Caesar.
Стр. 323 - Join voices all ye living souls: Ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.