Prison Books and Their AuthorsW. Tegg, 1861 - 357 sider |
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... face of fome sweet lake , kissed by the flightest summer breeze , to the glorious rollings of the tempeft - toft billows of the fea . Mirth is bright and beautiful , and lovely to look upon is the face radiant with fmiles ; B but it has ...
... face of fome sweet lake , kissed by the flightest summer breeze , to the glorious rollings of the tempeft - toft billows of the fea . Mirth is bright and beautiful , and lovely to look upon is the face radiant with fmiles ; B but it has ...
Side 3
... face of the fkies ; And life would have no joys at all , Were there no watery eyes . " Love thou thy forrow ; grief shall bring Its own relief in after years ; The rainbow - fee how fair a thing God hath built up from tears ! " * And in ...
... face of the fkies ; And life would have no joys at all , Were there no watery eyes . " Love thou thy forrow ; grief shall bring Its own relief in after years ; The rainbow - fee how fair a thing God hath built up from tears ! " * And in ...
Side 13
... face his accufers , and was deprived of all means of defence . While a prisoner in the town of Pavia , the district Senate pronounced judgment on the philofopher , condemn- ing him to death and confifcating his property . It was during ...
... face his accufers , and was deprived of all means of defence . While a prisoner in the town of Pavia , the district Senate pronounced judgment on the philofopher , condemn- ing him to death and confifcating his property . It was during ...
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... faces of your companions , and departing took away her own and left thee thine ? At how great a price wouldst thou have purchased this privilege , when thou с thoughteft thyself fortunate ? Cease , then , to regret Boëthius . 17.
... faces of your companions , and departing took away her own and left thee thine ? At how great a price wouldst thou have purchased this privilege , when thou с thoughteft thyself fortunate ? Cease , then , to regret Boëthius . 17.
Side 33
... face Wild Camber's cliffs , did give her lively heat , Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast ; Her fire an earl : her dame of prince's blood . From tender years , in Britain doth she rest , With kinges child ; where she tasteth ...
... face Wild Camber's cliffs , did give her lively heat , Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast ; Her fire an earl : her dame of prince's blood . From tender years , in Britain doth she rest , With kinges child ; where she tasteth ...
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Æneid againſt alfo almoſt alſo anſwer beauty becauſe beſt bleffed Boëthius breaſt Bunyan cauſe Cervantes Chriſtian courſe death defire Don Quixote doth Engliſh eyes faid faith fame fatire fays feemed fentence fervice feven fhall fhow fing firſt fome fong foon forrow foul ftill ftrength fubject fuch fuffering fure greateſt hath heart himſelf hiſtory honour houſe itſelf John Bunyan laft laſt Leigh Hunt liberty live Lord Lovelace maſter mind moft moſt mufic muſt myſelf never night noble paffage paffed perfecution perfon philofopher pleaſant pleaſure poem poet poetry praiſe preſent priſon publiſhed puniſhment Purgatory of Suicides queſtion raiſe Raleigh reſpect Richard Lovelace Robert Southwell ſaid ſay ſcarcely ſee ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome Southwell Spain ſpeak ſpirit ſtate ſtill ſtrong ſuch Surrey ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand uſed verſe whofe whoſe wife
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Side 73 - Under a star-y-pointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument.
Side 104 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Side 48 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Side 178 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair ; If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be...
Side 204 - 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.
Side 25 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Side 119 - We have left it flourishing in the middle of the field, having rooted up, or cut down, all that kept it from the eyes and admiration of the world: but after some continuance it shall begin to lose the beauty it had; the storms of ambition shall beat her great boughs and branches one against another; her leaves shall fall off, her limbs wither, and a rabble of barbarous nations enter the field and cut her down.
Side 147 - ... not with rage, While fury's flame doth burn ; It is in vain to stop the stream, Until the tide doth turn. But when the flame is out, And ebbing wrath doth end, I turn a late enraged foe Into a quiet friend.
Side 102 - Then being asked which way he would lay himself on the block, he answered, " So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lies.
Side 331 - The Count my lover is brave as brave can be; He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me; King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine; I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine.