Guy's new speaker, selections of poetry and prose from the best writers in the English languageJoseph Guy 1852 |
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... bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth too dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . The measure done ...
... bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth too dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . The measure done ...
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... bright metal on a sullen ground , My reformation , glittering o'er my fault , Shall show more goodly , and attract more eyes , Than that which hath no foil to set it off . I'll so offend , to make offence a skill ; Redeeming time , when ...
... bright metal on a sullen ground , My reformation , glittering o'er my fault , Shall show more goodly , and attract more eyes , Than that which hath no foil to set it off . I'll so offend , to make offence a skill ; Redeeming time , when ...
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... bright track of his fiery car , Gives token of a goodly day to - morrow . Sir William Brandon , you shall bear my standard.— Give me some ink and paper in my tent ; - I'll draw the form and model of our battle , Limit each leader to his ...
... bright track of his fiery car , Gives token of a goodly day to - morrow . Sir William Brandon , you shall bear my standard.— Give me some ink and paper in my tent ; - I'll draw the form and model of our battle , Limit each leader to his ...
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... from that full meridian of my glory , I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening , And no man see me more . GRIFFITH'S CHARACTER OF WOLSEY TO QUEEN KATHARINE . Grif . 46 GUY'S NEW SPEAKER .
... from that full meridian of my glory , I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening , And no man see me more . GRIFFITH'S CHARACTER OF WOLSEY TO QUEEN KATHARINE . Grif . 46 GUY'S NEW SPEAKER .
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... bright : To have done , is to hang Quite out of fashion , like a rusty mail In monumental mockery . Take the instant way , For honour travels in a strait so narrow , Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a ...
... bright : To have done , is to hang Quite out of fashion , like a rusty mail In monumental mockery . Take the instant way , For honour travels in a strait so narrow , Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a ...
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Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.