Masterpieces of English Literature: Being Typical Selections of British and American Authorship, from Shakespeare to the Present Time; Together with Definitions, Notes, Analyses, and Glossary as an Aid to Systematic Literary StudyHarper, 1880 - 638 páginas |
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... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ; And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That ...
... heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ; And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That ...
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... the interrogative form here ? Point out another instance of its use in the same speech . 108. Remark on the expression " brutish beasts . " 85 90 95 100 105 My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , ΙΟ SHAKESPEARE .
... the interrogative form here ? Point out another instance of its use in the same speech . 108. Remark on the expression " brutish beasts . " 85 90 95 100 105 My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , ΙΟ SHAKESPEARE .
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... heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must pause till it come back to me . First Citizen . Methinks * there is much reason in his sayings . Second Citizen . If thou consider rightly of the matter , Cæsar has had great wrong ...
... heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must pause till it come back to me . First Citizen . Methinks * there is much reason in his sayings . Second Citizen . If thou consider rightly of the matter , Cæsar has had great wrong ...
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... heart ; And in his mantle muffling up his face , Even at the base of Pompey's statuë , * Which all the while ran blood , great Cæsar fell . O , what a fall was there , my countrymen ! Then I , and you , and all of us fell down , Whilst ...
... heart ; And in his mantle muffling up his face , Even at the base of Pompey's statuë , * Which all the while ran blood , great Cæsar fell . O , what a fall was there , my countrymen ! Then I , and you , and all of us fell down , Whilst ...
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... heart . - Be merciful : Take thrice thy money ; bid me tear the bond . Shylock . When it is paid according to the tenor . It doth appear you are a worthy judge ; You know the law , your exposition Hath been most sound : I charge you by ...
... heart . - Be merciful : Take thrice thy money ; bid me tear the bond . Shylock . When it is paid according to the tenor . It doth appear you are a worthy judge ; You know the law , your exposition Hath been most sound : I charge you by ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Absalom and Achitophel Addison Analyze this sentence Anglo-Saxon beauty Brutus Cæsar called character Cratchit death divine Dryden earth Edward the Confessor English Etymology Explain expression eyes feelings figure of speech fire genius George Eliot give grace Grammatical construction Greek hand hath hear heart heaven honor Hudibras human humor INTRODUCTION.-The Julius Cæsar kind of sentence king L'Allegro language learned LITERARY ANALYSIS living look Lord meaning ment metaphor Milton mind muse nature never night o'er Observe Odenathus paragraph phrase pleasure pleonasm poem poet poetry Point Pope rhetorically Roger de Coverley Scrooge sense sentence grammatically Shakespeare Shylock simile Sir Launfal Sir Roger soul sound spirit stanza style Supply the ellipsis sweet synecdoche synonyms tence thee things thou thought Tiny Tim tion truth verb walk whole words writing Zenobia
Pasajes populares
Página 345 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Página 296 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Página 215 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Página 517 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. [The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.
Página 50 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 11 - But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar; I found it in his closet; 'tis 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 in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, ' Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Página 503 - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
Página 293 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; — Thou child of joy...
Página 321 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 202 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.