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... thou hold firm rule , And sun thee in the light of happy faces ; Love , Hope , and Patience , these must be thy graces , And in thine own heart let them first keep school . * * * O part them never ! If Hope prostrate lie , Love , too ...
... thou hold firm rule , And sun thee in the light of happy faces ; Love , Hope , and Patience , these must be thy graces , And in thine own heart let them first keep school . * * * O part them never ! If Hope prostrate lie , Love , too ...
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... eastern cave , Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear , Which make thee terrible and dear , - Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray Star - inwrought 18 PUBLIC SCHOOL SERIES .
... eastern cave , Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear , Which make thee terrible and dear , - Swift be thy flight ! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray Star - inwrought 18 PUBLIC SCHOOL SERIES .
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... thou me ? " My sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmur'd like a noon - tide bee , " Shall I nestle by thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? " and I replied " No , not thee ! " " Death will come when thou art dead , Soon , too soon- Sleep ...
... thou me ? " My sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmur'd like a noon - tide bee , " Shall I nestle by thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? " and I replied " No , not thee ! " " Death will come when thou art dead , Soon , too soon- Sleep ...
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... thou hast , Small family ' -that have not dined ? Lodged under pebble , there they fast , Till head of house have raised the wind ! Man's bread lies ' mong the feet of men ; For cark and moil sufficient cause ! Who cannot sow would reap ...
... thou hast , Small family ' -that have not dined ? Lodged under pebble , there they fast , Till head of house have raised the wind ! Man's bread lies ' mong the feet of men ; For cark and moil sufficient cause ! Who cannot sow would reap ...
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... THOU happy , happy elf ! ( But stop , —first let me kiss away that tear ) ——— Thou tiny image of myself ! ( My love , he's poking peas into his ear ! ) South Reich ( German ) Kingdom . The countries , & c . , named in this Lesson should ...
... THOU happy , happy elf ! ( But stop , —first let me kiss away that tear ) ——— Thou tiny image of myself ! ( My love , he's poking peas into his ear ! ) South Reich ( German ) Kingdom . The countries , & c . , named in this Lesson should ...
Términos y frases comunes
appearance army battle body born Cæsar called cause Church comes common course dark death died distance earth electricity England English equal eyes fall father feet followed force France French give given half hand head heart heat heaven Henry honour inches Italy kind King land language Latin leave length less light living look Lord means miles moon moved nature never night object once passed peace person plants poor position Prince raised Reader received rise Roman Rome round seems seen side Spain speak stand substance surface taken thee things thou thought took turn weight whole
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Página 321 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 325 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is 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...
Página 322 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Página 343 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Página 257 - As tho' to breathe were life ! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains ; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things : and vile it were For some three suns to store .and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Página 267 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Página 181 - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Página 316 - I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank : If I myself, there is no hour so fit As Caesar's death's hour ; nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords, made rich With the most noble blood of all this world.
Página 326 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 324 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason...