Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Times, Bind 1Robert Chambers W. and R. Chambers, 1844 - 4 sider |
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... live . Wide was his cure ; the houses far asunder , Yet never fail'd he , or for rain or thunder , Whenever sickness or mischance might call , The most remote to visit , great or small , And , staff in hand , on foot , the storm to ...
... live . Wide was his cure ; the houses far asunder , Yet never fail'd he , or for rain or thunder , Whenever sickness or mischance might call , The most remote to visit , great or small , And , staff in hand , on foot , the storm to ...
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... live and lie at rest : The rich old man that sees His end draw on so sore , How he would be a boy again , To live so much the more . Whereat full oft I smiled , To see how all these three , From boy to man , from man to boy , Would chop ...
... live and lie at rest : The rich old man that sees His end draw on so sore , How he would be a boy again , To live so much the more . Whereat full oft I smiled , To see how all these three , From boy to man , from man to boy , Would chop ...
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... live Within the mouth of man . Amantium Iræ amoris redintegratio est . [ By Richard Edwards , a court musician and poet , 1523-1566 . ] In going to my naked bed , as one that would have slept , I heard a wife sing to her child , that ...
... live Within the mouth of man . Amantium Iræ amoris redintegratio est . [ By Richard Edwards , a court musician and poet , 1523-1566 . ] In going to my naked bed , as one that would have slept , I heard a wife sing to her child , that ...
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... live behind ; Shall never be said , the Nut - Brown Maid Was to her love unkind : Make you ready , for so am I , Although it were anon ; For in my mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . IIE . I counsel you , remember how It is no ...
... live behind ; Shall never be said , the Nut - Brown Maid Was to her love unkind : Make you ready , for so am I , Although it were anon ; For in my mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . IIE . I counsel you , remember how It is no ...
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... live in that order that he hath ordained for him . And no doubt the man that plieth his occu- pation truly , without any fraud or deceit , the same is acceptable to God , and he shall have everlasting life . We read a pretty story of St ...
... live in that order that he hath ordained for him . And no doubt the man that plieth his occu- pation truly , without any fraud or deceit , the same is acceptable to God , and he shall have everlasting life . We read a pretty story of St ...
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Side 334 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Side 326 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Side 397 - Dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Side 185 - 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...
Side 182 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Side 338 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Side 188 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Side 336 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Side 331 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?' I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands...
Side 342 - While all flowers and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose! Fair quiet, have I found thee here, And innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name; Little, alas, they know or heed, How far...