The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers, with Many Original Pieces, Svazek 2Blackie & Son, 1835 |
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... Angelo ! Oh , God ! Had they given me bread the while , for me and mine , I would have shed a glory upon my country brighter than that which now blazes over Italy ! Io sono pittore ! Look here ! observe this sweeping out- line - and ...
... Angelo ! Oh , God ! Had they given me bread the while , for me and mine , I would have shed a glory upon my country brighter than that which now blazes over Italy ! Io sono pittore ! Look here ! observe this sweeping out- line - and ...
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... Angelo ! " His infirmity did not assume the character of confirmed aberra- tion of mind in the beginning ; for he would talk rationally and temperately upon many subjects ; and in moments of serene dis- course with his wife , condemn ...
... Angelo ! " His infirmity did not assume the character of confirmed aberra- tion of mind in the beginning ; for he would talk rationally and temperately upon many subjects ; and in moments of serene dis- course with his wife , condemn ...
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... Angelo . " And now the duke departed from Vienna under pretence of making a journey into Poland , leaving Angelo to act as the lord deputy in his absence ; but the duke's absence was only a feigned one , for he privately returned to ...
... Angelo . " And now the duke departed from Vienna under pretence of making a journey into Poland , leaving Angelo to act as the lord deputy in his absence ; but the duke's absence was only a feigned one , for he privately returned to ...
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... Angelo replied , " We must not make a scarecrow of the law , setting it up to frighten birds of prey , till custom , finding it harm- less , makes it their perch , and not their terror . Sir , he must die . " Lucio , the friend of ...
... Angelo replied , " We must not make a scarecrow of the law , setting it up to frighten birds of prey , till custom , finding it harm- less , makes it their perch , and not their terror . Sir , he must die . " Lucio , the friend of ...
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... Angelo . " " Our doubts are traitors , " said Lucio , " and make us lose the good we might often win , by fearing to attempt it . Go to lord Angelo ! When maidens sue , and kneel , and weep , men give like gods . " " I will see what I ...
... Angelo . " " Our doubts are traitors , " said Lucio , " and make us lose the good we might often win , by fearing to attempt it . Go to lord Angelo ! When maidens sue , and kneel , and weep , men give like gods . " " I will see what I ...
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Strana 398 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Strana 337 - Cast thy bread upon the waters : for thou shall find it after many days.
Strana 66 - Grey-headed Shepherd, thou hast spoken well; Small difference lies between thy creed and mine : This Beast not unobserved by Nature fell ; His death was mourned by sympathy divine. The Being, that is in the clouds and air, That is in the green leaves among the groves, Maintains a deep and reverential care For the unoffending creatures whom he loves.
Strana 397 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Strana 64 - The moving accident is not my trade : To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : "Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Strana 133 - It is but lost labour that ye haste to rise up early, and so late take rest, and eat the bread of carefulness : for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Strana 65 - There's neither dog nor heifer, horse nor sheep, Will wet his lips within that cup of stone ; And oftentimes, when all are fast asleep, This water doth send forth a dolorous groan.
Strana 398 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Strana 148 - THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the year On the earth, her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
Strana 130 - Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side, But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died.