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Side 36
... wish to see her , you will have to pass over my dead body ; but I laugh at your rifle quite as much as at the bonne fortune you have met with at the court of Onogo . A real queen ! Quelle chance ! In the mean while Formosa remains , and ...
... wish to see her , you will have to pass over my dead body ; but I laugh at your rifle quite as much as at the bonne fortune you have met with at the court of Onogo . A real queen ! Quelle chance ! In the mean while Formosa remains , and ...
Side 39
... wish has been complied with . Jos . T. Lensburgh reposes by the side of his friend . Swarms of gnats hover above their grave , making a music which , in life , would have filled our unfortunate entomologists with delight . I have ...
... wish has been complied with . Jos . T. Lensburgh reposes by the side of his friend . Swarms of gnats hover above their grave , making a music which , in life , would have filled our unfortunate entomologists with delight . I have ...
Side 49
... wishes . The two other travellers , bidding their comrade adieu , dragged their weary legs along the native foot ... wish that you should place the pistol in my right hand , and that you leave me unburied as I lie . " That night he ...
... wishes . The two other travellers , bidding their comrade adieu , dragged their weary legs along the native foot ... wish that you should place the pistol in my right hand , and that you leave me unburied as I lie . " That night he ...
Side 56
... wish that we should understand them as spoken by a woman . The terms of endearment in the following and other sonnets would then be intelligible enough : " O that you were yourself ! But , love , you are No longer yours than you ...
... wish that we should understand them as spoken by a woman . The terms of endearment in the following and other sonnets would then be intelligible enough : " O that you were yourself ! But , love , you are No longer yours than you ...
Side 63
... wish I were renewed , Whilst , like a willing patient , I will drink Potions of eysell , ' gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think , Nor double penance to correct correction . Pity me , then , dear friend ...
... wish I were renewed , Whilst , like a willing patient , I will drink Potions of eysell , ' gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think , Nor double penance to correct correction . Pity me , then , dear friend ...
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Side 58 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Side 58 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Side 66 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still, The better angel is a man right fair: The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil, Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil: Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Side 61 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Side 60 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Side 98 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Side 109 - O ! mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Side 63 - Now all is done, save what shall have no end; Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend, A god in love, to whom I am confined: Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.
Side 63 - gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think, Nor double penance, to correct correction. Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
Side 56 - Poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ; in it and in my rhyme.