Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... Doth rend the region : So , after Pyrrhus ' pause , A roused vengeance sets him new a work ; And never did the Cyclops ' hammers fall On Mars's armour , forged for proof eterne , With less remorse than Pyrrhus ' bleeding sword Now falls ...
... Doth rend the region : So , after Pyrrhus ' pause , A roused vengeance sets him new a work ; And never did the Cyclops ' hammers fall On Mars's armour , forged for proof eterne , With less remorse than Pyrrhus ' bleeding sword Now falls ...
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... doth affect A saucy roughness ; and constrains the garb Quite from his nature : He cannot flatter , he ! An honest mind and plain , he must speak truth : An they will take it , so ; if not , he's plain . These kind of knaves I know ...
... doth affect A saucy roughness ; and constrains the garb Quite from his nature : He cannot flatter , he ! An honest mind and plain , he must speak truth : An they will take it , so ; if not , he's plain . These kind of knaves I know ...
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... lesser is scarce felt . Thou ' dst shun a bear ; But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea , Thou'dst meet the bear i ' the mouth . free , When the mind ' s The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind Doth 12 GUY'S NEW SPEAKER .
... lesser is scarce felt . Thou ' dst shun a bear ; But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea , Thou'dst meet the bear i ' the mouth . free , When the mind ' s The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind Doth 12 GUY'S NEW SPEAKER .
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Joseph Guy. The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else , Save what beats there . - Filial ingratitude ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand , For lifting food to ' t ? -But I will ...
Joseph Guy. The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else , Save what beats there . - Filial ingratitude ! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand , For lifting food to ' t ? -But I will ...
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... doth pierce it . CORDELIA SYMPATHIZES IN HER FATHER'S SUFFERINGS . O MY dear father ! Restoration hang Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms , that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made ! Had you not ...
... doth pierce it . CORDELIA SYMPATHIZES IN HER FATHER'S SUFFERINGS . O MY dear father ! Restoration hang Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms , that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made ! Had you not ...
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appear arms bear beauty better body breath bring dead death deep desire doth earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel field fire flowers follow force fortune gentle give grace grave hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope keep kind king leave less light live look lord lost means mind nature never night noble o'er observed once pain pass passions peace play pleased pleasure poor praise prince reason receive rest rich rise round smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand sweet tell thee thing thou thought thousand true turn virtue voice whole wind young youth
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60 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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.