The unwritten book, colloquies [&c.] by C.L. LordanPr. at Lordan's Romsey Press, 1871 |
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... once to personate Pyramus , could hence- forth be counted as stars - perhaps only as satellites— in the Apothecary line for ever ! But the " venerable Maid " has no more regard for the pride of the physical constitution than Miss Mary ...
... once to personate Pyramus , could hence- forth be counted as stars - perhaps only as satellites— in the Apothecary line for ever ! But the " venerable Maid " has no more regard for the pride of the physical constitution than Miss Mary ...
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... once in Egypt ) that might be felt . Win- dows , some partially and others wholly composed of amber - colored glass , imparted to the interior a dim , religious light , of that chastened hue , neither silvery nor golden purely , but a ...
... once in Egypt ) that might be felt . Win- dows , some partially and others wholly composed of amber - colored glass , imparted to the interior a dim , religious light , of that chastened hue , neither silvery nor golden purely , but a ...
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... once seen hurling this passion - poisoned shaft , in fitful vengeance , at her unhappy suitor— he sighing like furnace can never be forgotten . It is indelible as the recollection of a lightning - flash which in youth may have blasted a ...
... once seen hurling this passion - poisoned shaft , in fitful vengeance , at her unhappy suitor— he sighing like furnace can never be forgotten . It is indelible as the recollection of a lightning - flash which in youth may have blasted a ...
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... once what is but memory now . " E - Complaint ! and caught from Edmund Spenser ! At what infectious spot ? C. From this most " musical and melancholy chime , " it may be- " So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique ...
... once what is but memory now . " E - Complaint ! and caught from Edmund Spenser ! At what infectious spot ? C. From this most " musical and melancholy chime , " it may be- " So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique ...
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... once amisse grows daily wourse and wourse . ' ,, E - Upbraid not the Poet for repining at the ills of eld - for " grief , which is but grandeur in disguise " —for such , and only such degree of discontent with Earth , as stirs him to ...
... once amisse grows daily wourse and wourse . ' ,, E - Upbraid not the Poet for repining at the ills of eld - for " grief , which is but grandeur in disguise " —for such , and only such degree of discontent with Earth , as stirs him to ...
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Page 145 - I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
Page 162 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 138 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Page 146 - With dripping rains, or withered by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage and her myrtle bowers.
Page 113 - Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last.
Page 136 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
Page 161 - His great works were performed under discountenance, and in blindness; but difficulties vanished at his touch ; he was born for whatever is arduous ; and his work is not the greatest of heroic poems, only because it is not the first.
Page 160 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder : nothing but thunder. Merciful heaven ! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle...
Page 121 - List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle render'd you in music: Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter...
Page 77 - More sweet than odours caught by him who sails Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest.