Cyclopædia of English Literature: A Selection of the Choicest Productions of English Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Time, Connected by a Critical and Biographical History ...Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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Strana 48
... flowers , we see , full fresh and fair of hue , Poison is also put in medicine , And unto man his health doth oft renew . The fire that all things eke consumeth clean , May hurt and heal : then if that this be true , I trust some time ...
... flowers , we see , full fresh and fair of hue , Poison is also put in medicine , And unto man his health doth oft renew . The fire that all things eke consumeth clean , May hurt and heal : then if that this be true , I trust some time ...
Strana 50
... flowers , Or emmets travelling into June ; Some under wrocht , and some aboon , With strang ingenious masonry , Upward their wark did fortify ; The land about was fair and plain , And it rase like ane heich montane . Those fulish people ...
... flowers , Or emmets travelling into June ; Some under wrocht , and some aboon , With strang ingenious masonry , Upward their wark did fortify ; The land about was fair and plain , And it rase like ane heich montane . Those fulish people ...
Strana 84
... flowers and a kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle : A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold : A belt of straw and ivy buds ...
... flowers and a kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle : A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold : A belt of straw and ivy buds ...
Strana 90
... flowers , the trees upshooting high , The dales for shade , the hills for breathing space , The trembling groves , the crystal running by ; And that which all fair works doth most aggrace , The art , which all that wrought , appeared in ...
... flowers , the trees upshooting high , The dales for shade , the hills for breathing space , The trembling groves , the crystal running by ; And that which all fair works doth most aggrace , The art , which all that wrought , appeared in ...
Strana 94
... flowers forced to fall , That been the honour of your coronal ; And oft he lets his canker - worms light Upon my branches , to work me more spight ; And of his hoary locks down doth cast , Wherewith my fresh flowrets been defast : For ...
... flowers forced to fall , That been the honour of your coronal ; And oft he lets his canker - worms light Upon my branches , to work me more spight ; And of his hoary locks down doth cast , Wherewith my fresh flowrets been defast : For ...
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Strana 188 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Strana 188 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 399 - I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man, as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image : but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Strana 328 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Strana 187 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Strana 105 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Strana 332 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Strana 398 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Strana 184 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strana 185 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest — For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.