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... wish to have the finer traits . Intelligence is now diffused and general - so much so , indeed , as to make an essential part of that Nature which all Art must imi- tate . It follows , that people who can only meddle with the rough work ...
... wish to have the finer traits . Intelligence is now diffused and general - so much so , indeed , as to make an essential part of that Nature which all Art must imi- tate . It follows , that people who can only meddle with the rough work ...
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... wish the sharpness of my ills to be Shown in thy sounds , as they have been shown sharp In their effects ; I must bewail to thee The occasions of my grief , the world shall know Wherefore I perish ; I at least will die Confess'd , not ...
... wish the sharpness of my ills to be Shown in thy sounds , as they have been shown sharp In their effects ; I must bewail to thee The occasions of my grief , the world shall know Wherefore I perish ; I at least will die Confess'd , not ...
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... wish anything better than this , either for his own sake , or for our own . LORD F. L. GOWER . We now come to a bold venture- Goethe's FAUST , by Lord Francis Leveson Gower . This young noble- man , for we believe he is very young , has ...
... wish anything better than this , either for his own sake , or for our own . LORD F. L. GOWER . We now come to a bold venture- Goethe's FAUST , by Lord Francis Leveson Gower . This young noble- man , for we believe he is very young , has ...
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... wish it , and the deed is done . Marg . I may not with you ; hope for me is none ! How can I fly ? They glare upon me still ! It is so sad to beg the wide world through , And with an evil conscience too ! It is so sad to roam through ...
... wish it , and the deed is done . Marg . I may not with you ; hope for me is none ! How can I fly ? They glare upon me still ! It is so sad to beg the wide world through , And with an evil conscience too ! It is so sad to roam through ...
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... wish to attack us , to pro- long the evils of war , severer for you than for us . Come , no more provocation ; turn your pieces . ' Half convinced , half over- borne , the commandant obeyed , the artil- lery was turned on the Austrians ...
... wish to attack us , to pro- long the evils of war , severer for you than for us . Come , no more provocation ; turn your pieces . ' Half convinced , half over- borne , the commandant obeyed , the artil- lery was turned on the Austrians ...
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Side 344 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Side 396 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Side 157 - ... the worm that dieth not, and the fire that is not quenched.
Side 265 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Side 266 - ... apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Side 481 - Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it; it was that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago; and the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh, in his younger days. They were old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age.
Side 482 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Side 288 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Side 482 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 481 - No, I thank you; but, I pray, do us a courtesy that shall stand you and your daughter in nothing, and yet we will think ourselves still something in your debt: it is but to sing us a song that was sung by your daughter when I last passed over this meadow, about eight or nine days since. MILK- WOMAN. What song was it, I pray? Was it, "Come, shepherds, deck your herds"? or "As at noon Dulcina rested"?