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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... thou giveft any thing . Shall not the dew affuage the heat ; fo is a word better than a gift . Lo is not a word better than a gift ? but both are with a gra- cious man . BLAME not before thou haft examined the truth ; under . ftand ...
... thou giveft any thing . Shall not the dew affuage the heat ; fo is a word better than a gift . Lo is not a word better than a gift ? but both are with a gra- cious man . BLAME not before thou haft examined the truth ; under . ftand ...
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... thou recom- pense them the things they have done for thee ? THERE is nothing fo much worth as a mind well in- ftructed . THE lips of talkers will be telling fuch things as pertain not unto them : but the words of fuch as have understand ...
... thou recom- pense them the things they have done for thee ? THERE is nothing fo much worth as a mind well in- ftructed . THE lips of talkers will be telling fuch things as pertain not unto them : but the words of fuch as have understand ...
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... thou been alive to have fhared it with me . I thought , by the accent , it had been an apostrophe to his child ; but it was to his afs , and to the very afs we had feen dead in the road , which had occafioned la Fleur's mifad- venture ...
... thou been alive to have fhared it with me . I thought , by the accent , it had been an apostrophe to his child ; but it was to his afs , and to the very afs we had feen dead in the road , which had occafioned la Fleur's mifad- venture ...
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... THOU haft one comfort , friend , faid I , at least , in the lofs of thy poor beaft ; I am fure thou hast been a merciful mafter to him . - Alas ! faid the mourner , I thought fo , when he was alive - but now he is dead I think otherwise ...
... THOU haft one comfort , friend , faid I , at least , in the lofs of thy poor beaft ; I am fure thou hast been a merciful mafter to him . - Alas ! faid the mourner , I thought fo , when he was alive - but now he is dead I think otherwise ...
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... Thou shalt not leave me , Sylvio , " faid fhe . I looked in Maria's eyes , and saw she was thinking more of her father than of her lover or her little goat ; as she uttered them , the tears trickled down her cheeks . I SAT down close by ...
... Thou shalt not leave me , Sylvio , " faid fhe . I looked in Maria's eyes , and saw she was thinking more of her father than of her lover or her little goat ; as she uttered them , the tears trickled down her cheeks . I SAT down close by ...
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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.
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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.