Studies from the English PoetsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1852 - Počet stran: 519 |
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Strana 21
... Turning our tortures into horrid arms Against the Torturer ; when , to meet the noise Of his Almighty engine , he shall hear 25 30 30 335 40 45 50 55 55 60 1 Addison condemns this passage and " assured ; " " prosper " and " pros- for ...
... Turning our tortures into horrid arms Against the Torturer ; when , to meet the noise Of his Almighty engine , he shall hear 25 30 30 335 40 45 50 55 55 60 1 Addison condemns this passage and " assured ; " " prosper " and " pros- for ...
Strana 34
... turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes , extremes by change more fierce , From beds of raging fire , to starve in ice 545 Their soft ethereal warmth , and there to pine Immoveable , infixed , and frozen round , Periods of time ...
... turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes , extremes by change more fierce , From beds of raging fire , to starve in ice 545 Their soft ethereal warmth , and there to pine Immoveable , infixed , and frozen round , Periods of time ...
Strana 37
... turning boldly , thus : " Ye Powers And Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos , and ancient Night ! I come no spy , 665 670 With purpose to explore or to disturb The secrets of your realm ; but , by constraint Wandering this darksome ...
... turning boldly , thus : " Ye Powers And Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos , and ancient Night ! I come no spy , 665 670 With purpose to explore or to disturb The secrets of your realm ; but , by constraint Wandering this darksome ...
Strana 100
... turn me about . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a brave god , and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him . Ste . How didst thou ' scape ? How camest thou hither ? Swear by this bottle how thou ...
... turn me about . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be not sprites . That's a brave god , and bears celestial liquor : I will kneel to him . Ste . How didst thou ' scape ? How camest thou hither ? Swear by this bottle how thou ...
Strana 106
... turn my mercy out of doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing ; I'll go further off . Ste . Didst thou not say he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that . [ Strikes him . ] As ...
... turn my mercy out of doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why , what did I ? I did nothing ; I'll go further off . Ste . Didst thou not say he lied ? Ari . Thou liest . Ste . Do I so ? take thou that . [ Strikes him . ] As ...
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Strana 144 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strana 183 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Strana 502 - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Strana 185 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Strana 285 - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Strana 497 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Strana 357 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
Strana 495 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Strana 494 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Strana 362 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.