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As soon as thou scatterest them , they are even as a sleep : and fade away
suddenly like the grass . In the morning it is green , and groweth up ; but in the
evening it is cut down , dried up , and withered . We consume away in thy
displeasure ...
As soon as thou scatterest them , they are even as a sleep : and fade away
suddenly like the grass . In the morning it is green , and groweth up ; but in the
evening it is cut down , dried up , and withered . We consume away in thy
displeasure ...
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To die - to sleep No more ! - and by a sleep , to say we end The heart - ach , and
the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — ' tis a consummation s
Devoutly to be wish ' d . To die — to sleepTo sleep ? - perchance to dream ! - ay ,
IN ...
To die - to sleep No more ! - and by a sleep , to say we end The heart - ach , and
the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — ' tis a consummation s
Devoutly to be wish ' d . To die — to sleepTo sleep ? - perchance to dream ! - ay ,
IN ...
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To sleep ? - perchance to dream ! - ay , there ' s the rub ! For , in that sleep of
death , what dreams may come , When we have shuffled off this mortal coil , Must
give us pause . There ' s the respect , That makes calamity of so long life . For
who ...
To sleep ? - perchance to dream ! - ay , there ' s the rub ! For , in that sleep of
death , what dreams may come , When we have shuffled off this mortal coil , Must
give us pause . There ' s the respect , That makes calamity of so long life . For
who ...
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I heed not that my strength is wornThy word ' s restored ; and if thou wilt , We try
this quarrel , hilt to hilt . Henry the Fourth ' s Soliloquy on Sleep . SHAKSPEARE .
How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! - 0 gentle ...
I heed not that my strength is wornThy word ' s restored ; and if thou wilt , We try
this quarrel , hilt to hilt . Henry the Fourth ' s Soliloquy on Sleep . SHAKSPEARE .
How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! - 0 gentle ...
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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 womanLet ' s dry our eyes : and thus far
hear me , Cromwell , And when I am forgotten , as I shall be , And sleep in dull ...
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 womanLet ' s dry our eyes : and thus far
hear me , Cromwell , And when I am forgotten , as I shall be , And sleep in dull ...
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Стр. 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Стр. 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Стр. 57 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Стр. 154 - 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.
Стр. 147 - 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. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Стр. 143 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Стр. 58 - 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.
Стр. 127 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Стр. 64 - Having therefore obtained help of God, I continue unto this day, witnessing both to small and great, saying none other things than those which the prophets and Moses did say should come : that Christ should suffer, and that he should be the first that should rise from the dead, and should shew light unto the people, and to the Gentiles.
Стр. 148 - 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,
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| Название | Exercises in Reading and Recitation |
| Редактор | Jonathan Barber |
| Издание: | 2 |
| Издатель | author, 1828 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Гарвардский университет |
| Оцифровано | 25 мар 2008 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 251 |
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