Lectures on English History and Tragic Poetry, as Illustrated by ShakespeareParry & McMillan, 1856 - 466 sider |
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Side 41
... answered that each has a truth of its own . Well , then , which more truly expresses the real feeling of the ... answer the purpose ; but then , at best , it is only satire , and we feel the truth of that view which is harmonized ...
... answered that each has a truth of its own . Well , then , which more truly expresses the real feeling of the ... answer the purpose ; but then , at best , it is only satire , and we feel the truth of that view which is harmonized ...
Side 59
... answered by an elaborate and respectful epistle from Edward , in which the English claim is most carefully and confidently derived from the conquest of the whole country by the Trojans in the times of Eli and Samuel - assuredly , a very ...
... answered by an elaborate and respectful epistle from Edward , in which the English claim is most carefully and confidently derived from the conquest of the whole country by the Trojans in the times of Eli and Samuel - assuredly , a very ...
Side 60
... answered the purpose intended ; and the Scots , finding that the papal antiquity was but a poor defence against such claims , and as if determined not to be outdone by the Southron , replied in a document asserting their inde- pendence ...
... answered the purpose intended ; and the Scots , finding that the papal antiquity was but a poor defence against such claims , and as if determined not to be outdone by the Southron , replied in a document asserting their inde- pendence ...
Side 81
... answered with a loud acclaim : Yet more ; -heart - smitten by the heroic deed , The reinstated Artegal became Earth's noblest penitent ; from bondage freed Of vice , thenceforth unable to subvert Or shake his high desert . Long did he ...
... answered with a loud acclaim : Yet more ; -heart - smitten by the heroic deed , The reinstated Artegal became Earth's noblest penitent ; from bondage freed Of vice , thenceforth unable to subvert Or shake his high desert . Long did he ...
Side 102
... answering him , called him a young popish cur , and asked him , who had made Anne a saint . The boy , being in some confusion , inquired of the next he met , which was the way to Anne's Lane , but was called a prick - eared cur for his ...
... answering him , called him a young popish cur , and asked him , who had made Anne a saint . The boy , being in some confusion , inquired of the next he met , which was the way to Anne's Lane , but was called a prick - eared cur for his ...
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Side 304 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie, His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Side 456 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Side 389 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise : Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator...
Side 140 - And, father Cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven; If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Side 306 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, 40 thou hast built a paper-mill.
Side 460 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Side 326 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Side 141 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Side 333 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee: Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's...
Side 176 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...