The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and RecitationT.P. & J.S. Fowle, 1823 - 480页 |
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... Never , my young friends , never let that question be asked concerning you . Surely you do not envy their condition , concerning whom it may be justly asked . Take heed that you do not come into their place . To conclude : do not fear ...
... Never , my young friends , never let that question be asked concerning you . Surely you do not envy their condition , concerning whom it may be justly asked . Take heed that you do not come into their place . To conclude : do not fear ...
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... never desired to apply all the judgment that he had . He wrote , and professed to write , merely for the people ; and when he pleased others , he contented himself . He spent no time in struggles to rouse latent powers ; he never at ...
... never desired to apply all the judgment that he had . He wrote , and professed to write , merely for the people ; and when he pleased others , he contented himself . He spent no time in struggles to rouse latent powers ; he never at ...
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... never falls below it . Dry- den is read with frequent astonishment , and Pope with per- petual delight . This parallel will , I hope , when it is well considered , be found just and if the reader should suspect me , as I suspect myself ...
... never falls below it . Dry- den is read with frequent astonishment , and Pope with per- petual delight . This parallel will , I hope , when it is well considered , be found just and if the reader should suspect me , as I suspect myself ...
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... Never does a restless impatience at having nothing to do , compel him to seek a momentary stimulus to his dor- mant powers in the tumultuous pleasures of the intoxicating cup , or the agitating suspense of the game of chance . Whe- ther ...
... Never does a restless impatience at having nothing to do , compel him to seek a momentary stimulus to his dor- mant powers in the tumultuous pleasures of the intoxicating cup , or the agitating suspense of the game of chance . Whe- ther ...
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... never come back , and that thou shouldst have to pay for him ? Damon . I knew but too well that Pythias would return punctually , and that he would be much more afraid to break his word , than to lose his life : would to the gods that ...
... never come back , and that thou shouldst have to pay for him ? Damon . I knew but too well that Pythias would return punctually , and that he would be much more afraid to break his word , than to lose his life : would to the gods that ...
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第447页 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
第26页 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
第433页 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
第447页 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
第282页 - 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.
第444页 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
第254页 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
第446页 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Ca-sar.
第25页 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
第446页 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.