Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... Sir Roger at his Country - Seat 149 A Country Church ... 152 An agreeable Companion upon the Road is as good as a Coach . 154 Harmonious Discord 157 Never presume to make a God appear , but for a Business worthy of a God 160 Cut short ...
... Sir Roger at his Country - Seat 149 A Country Church ... 152 An agreeable Companion upon the Road is as good as a Coach . 154 Harmonious Discord 157 Never presume to make a God appear , but for a Business worthy of a God 160 Cut short ...
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Joseph Guy. 149 SELECTIONS FROM ADDISON . THE SPECTATOR . THE SPECTATOR'S VISIT TO SIR ROGER AT HIS COUNTRY- SEAT . HAVING often received an invitation from my friend , Sir Roger de Coverley , to pass away a month with him in the country ...
Joseph Guy. 149 SELECTIONS FROM ADDISON . THE SPECTATOR . THE SPECTATOR'S VISIT TO SIR ROGER AT HIS COUNTRY- SEAT . HAVING often received an invitation from my friend , Sir Roger de Coverley , to pass away a month with him in the country ...
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... Sir Roger is diverting him- self in the woods or the fields , is a very venerable man who is ever with Sir Roger , and has lived at his house , in the nature of a chaplain , above thirty years . This gentle- man is a person of good ...
... Sir Roger is diverting him- self in the woods or the fields , is a very venerable man who is ever with Sir Roger , and has lived at his house , in the nature of a chaplain , above thirty years . This gentle- man is a person of good ...
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... Sir Roger was going on in his story , the gentleman we were talking of came up to us ; and , upon the knight's asking him who preached to - morrow , ( for it was Saturday night , ) told us , " The bishop of St. Asaph in the morning ...
... Sir Roger was going on in his story , the gentleman we were talking of came up to us ; and , upon the knight's asking him who preached to - morrow , ( for it was Saturday night , ) told us , " The bishop of St. Asaph in the morning ...
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... Sir Roger , being a good churchman , has beautified the inside of his church with several texts of his own choosing . He has likewise given a handsome pulpit - cloth , and railed - in the communion - table at his own expense . He has ...
... Sir Roger , being a good churchman , has beautified the inside of his church with several texts of his own choosing . He has likewise given a handsome pulpit - cloth , and railed - in the communion - table at his own expense . He has ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.