The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Svazek 1Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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... Unto his poor parishioners around Of his own substance and his dues to give : - Content on little , for himself , to live . Wide was his cure ; the houses far asunder , Yet never fail'd he , or for rain or thunder , Whenever sickness or ...
... Unto his poor parishioners around Of his own substance and his dues to give : - Content on little , for himself , to live . Wide was his cure ; the houses far asunder , Yet never fail'd he , or for rain or thunder , Whenever sickness or ...
Strana 53
... unto thy good3 though it be small ; For hoard hath hate , and climbing tickleness , Press hath envy , and weal is blents o'er all ; Savours no more than thee behoven shall ; Rede well thyself , that other folk can'st rede , And truth ...
... unto thy good3 though it be small ; For hoard hath hate , and climbing tickleness , Press hath envy , and weal is blents o'er all ; Savours no more than thee behoven shall ; Rede well thyself , that other folk can'st rede , And truth ...
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... Unto this angel thus he said , And for his gift thus he prayed , To make him blind on his one ee , So that his fellow nothing see . This word was not so soon spoke , That his one ee anon was loke : And his fellow forthwith also Was ...
... Unto this angel thus he said , And for his gift thus he prayed , To make him blind on his one ee , So that his fellow nothing see . This word was not so soon spoke , That his one ee anon was loke : And his fellow forthwith also Was ...
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... unto your excellence ? If ye a goddess be , and that ye like To do me pain , I may it not astart : 6 If ye be warldly wight , that doth me sike , 7 ♢ Say . 7 Makes me sigh . 2 Went and came . 5 Minister . 3 Confounded for a little ...
... unto your excellence ? If ye a goddess be , and that ye like To do me pain , I may it not astart : 6 If ye be warldly wight , that doth me sike , 7 ♢ Say . 7 Makes me sigh . 2 Went and came . 5 Minister . 3 Confounded for a little ...
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... unto me most dear : Echo , alas ! that doth my sorrow rue , Beturns thereto a hollow sound of plaint . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grew , In prison pine with bondage and restraint , And with remembrance of the greater grief To ...
... unto me most dear : Echo , alas ! that doth my sorrow rue , Beturns thereto a hollow sound of plaint . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grew , In prison pine with bondage and restraint , And with remembrance of the greater grief To ...
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Strana 210 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Strana 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Strana 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strana 299 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Strana 310 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Strana 217 - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's...
Strana 477 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Strana 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Strana 390 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company ; and faces are but a gallery of pictures ; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Strana 480 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...