Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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Stran 9
... pleased Heaven To try me with affliction ; had He rain'd All kinds of sores , and shames , on my bare head ; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips ; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes ; I should have found in some place of my ...
... pleased Heaven To try me with affliction ; had He rain'd All kinds of sores , and shames , on my bare head ; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips ; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes ; I should have found in some place of my ...
Stran 22
... pleased , Was once superfluous : you were crown'd before , And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off ; The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt ; Fresh expectation troubled not the land With any long'd for change , or better state ...
... pleased , Was once superfluous : you were crown'd before , And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off ; The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt ; Fresh expectation troubled not the land With any long'd for change , or better state ...
Stran 103
... pleased With thy celestial song . Up - led by thee Into the heaven of heavens I have presumed , An earthly guest , and drawn empyreal air , Thy tempering : with like safety guided down , Return me to my native element ; Lest , from this ...
... pleased With thy celestial song . Up - led by thee Into the heaven of heavens I have presumed , An earthly guest , and drawn empyreal air , Thy tempering : with like safety guided down , Return me to my native element ; Lest , from this ...
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... pleased , and loath to part , While in their age they differ , join in heart . Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound , Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around . Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward , mantled o'er with ...
... pleased , and loath to part , While in their age they differ , join in heart . Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound , Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around . Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward , mantled o'er with ...
Stran 151
... that are proper to enforce what has been penned by greater masters : this would not only be more easy to themselves , but more edifying to the people . A COUNTRY CHURCH . I AM always very well pleased SELECTIONS FROM ADDISON . 151.
... that are proper to enforce what has been penned by greater masters : this would not only be more easy to themselves , but more edifying to the people . A COUNTRY CHURCH . I AM always very well pleased SELECTIONS FROM ADDISON . 151.
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Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 60 - 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.
Stran 356 - 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!
Stran 101 - 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.
Stran 298 - 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.
Stran iv - 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.
Stran 6 - 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.
Stran 297 - 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.
Stran 102 - 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.