Choice Literature: For Grammar Grades, Book 2American Book Company, 1898 - Readers |
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Page 351
... Laun . Certainly , my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew my master . The fiend is at mine elbow , and tempts me , saying to me- " Gobbo , Launcelot Gobbo , good Launcelot , " or " good Gobbo , " or " good Launcelot Gobbo ...
... Laun . Certainly , my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew my master . The fiend is at mine elbow , and tempts me , saying to me- " Gobbo , Launcelot Gobbo , good Launcelot , " or " good Gobbo , " or " good Launcelot Gobbo ...
Page 352
... Laun . [ Aside . ] O heavens , this is my true - begotten father , who , being more than sand - blind , high gravel - blind , knows me not : - I will try confusions with him . Gob . Master , young gentleman , I pray you , which is the ...
... Laun . [ Aside . ] O heavens , this is my true - begotten father , who , being more than sand - blind , high gravel - blind , knows me not : - I will try confusions with him . Gob . Master , young gentleman , I pray you , which is the ...
Page 353
... Laun . Talk you of young Master Launcelot ? - [ Aside . ] Mark me now ; now will I raise the waters . — [ To him ... Laun . Well , let his father be what a will , we talk of young Master Launcelot . Gob . Your worship's friend , and ...
... Laun . Talk you of young Master Launcelot ? - [ Aside . ] Mark me now ; now will I raise the waters . — [ To him ... Laun . Well , let his father be what a will , we talk of young Master Launcelot . Gob . Your worship's friend , and ...
Page 356
... Laun . Father , in . — I cannot get a service , no ; I have ne'er a tongue in my head . Well : [ looking on his palm ] if any man in Italy have a fairer table , which doth offer to swear upon a book , I shall have good fortune . Father ...
... Laun . Father , in . — I cannot get a service , no ; I have ne'er a tongue in my head . Well : [ looking on his palm ] if any man in Italy have a fairer table , which doth offer to swear upon a book , I shall have good fortune . Father ...
Page 358
... Laun . Adieu ! - tears exhibit my tongue . Most beautiful pagan , most sweet Jew ! If a Christian do not play the knave and get thee , I am much deceived . But , adieu ! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit : adieu ...
... Laun . Adieu ! - tears exhibit my tongue . Most beautiful pagan , most sweet Jew ! If a Christian do not play the knave and get thee , I am much deceived . But , adieu ! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit : adieu ...
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Page 250 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 328 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 253 - 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.
Page 326 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 194 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Page 163 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 124 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; • Wrecked is the ship of pearl! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell, Before thee lies revealed —...
Page 465 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Page 252 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon...
Page 331 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...