Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1R. Bentley, 1853 |
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... Thou shunn'st the prize to bore , Or that thou sett'st me up a blind , I'll never love thee more . Or in the empire of thy heart , Where I would solely be , Another do pretend a part , And dares to vie with me ; Or if committees thou ...
... Thou shunn'st the prize to bore , Or that thou sett'st me up a blind , I'll never love thee more . Or in the empire of thy heart , Where I would solely be , Another do pretend a part , And dares to vie with me ; Or if committees thou ...
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... thou wast before ; But if thou turn a Commonwealth , I'll never love thee more . But if by fraud or by consent Thy heart to ruin come , I'll sound no trumpet as I wont , Nor march by beat of drum ; But hold my arms like ensigns up , Thy ...
... thou wast before ; But if thou turn a Commonwealth , I'll never love thee more . But if by fraud or by consent Thy heart to ruin come , I'll sound no trumpet as I wont , Nor march by beat of drum ; But hold my arms like ensigns up , Thy ...
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... Thou know'st where all those atoms are , I'm hopeful Thou'lt recover once my dust , And confident Thou'lt raise me with the Just . They who would follow the great Marquis to the last should read the fine ballad called " The Execution of ...
... Thou know'st where all those atoms are , I'm hopeful Thou'lt recover once my dust , And confident Thou'lt raise me with the Just . They who would follow the great Marquis to the last should read the fine ballad called " The Execution of ...
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... thou the man ? ' Twas Hippias . He had found His sister borne from the Cecropion port By Thrasymedes . And reluctantly ? Ask , ask the maiden ; I have no reply . " Brother ! O brother Hippias ! Oh , if love , If pity ever touched thy ...
... thou the man ? ' Twas Hippias . He had found His sister borne from the Cecropion port By Thrasymedes . And reluctantly ? Ask , ask the maiden ; I have no reply . " Brother ! O brother Hippias ! Oh , if love , If pity ever touched thy ...
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... Thou shouldst have asked thyself That question ere the sail first flapt the mast . " 66 Already thou hast taken life from me ; Put up thy sword , " said the sad youth , his eyes Sparkling ; but whether love or rage or grief They ...
... Thou shouldst have asked thyself That question ere the sail first flapt the mast . " 66 Already thou hast taken life from me ; Put up thy sword , " said the sad youth , his eyes Sparkling ; but whether love or rage or grief They ...
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Стр. 340 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring; for ornament is in discourse; and for ability is in the judgment and disposition of business...
Стр. 43 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Стр. 148 - Rise, O ever rise ; Rise like a cloud of incense from the earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Стр. 193 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Стр. 344 - ... our sage and serious poet Spenser, whom I dare be known to think a better teacher than Scotus or Aquinas, describing true temperance under the person of Guion, brings him in with his Palmer through the cave of Mammon, and the bower of earthly bliss, that he might see and know, and yet abstain.
Стр. 194 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Стр. 324 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Стр. 330 - Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Стр. 15 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 146 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest...