Extracts from English LiteratureChapman and Hall, 1867 - Всего страниц: 383 |
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... less fair the lily and the rose . Twelfth Night . YOUNG . Satire V. The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd ; Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told , And all who told it added something new , And all who heard it made ...
... less fair the lily and the rose . Twelfth Night . YOUNG . Satire V. The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd ; Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told , And all who told it added something new , And all who heard it made ...
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... less mutable being , that we should attach ourselves , not to the changeable every day man . VON HUMBOLDT . WOMAN . O WOMAN ! in our hours of ease Uncertain , coy , and hard to please , And variable as the shade By the light quivering ...
... less mutable being , that we should attach ourselves , not to the changeable every day man . VON HUMBOLDT . WOMAN . O WOMAN ! in our hours of ease Uncertain , coy , and hard to please , And variable as the shade By the light quivering ...
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... less WORDSWORTH . His image who made both , and less expressing The character of that dominion given O'er other creatures ; yet when I approach Her loveliness , so absolute she seems , And in herself complete , so well to know Her own ...
... less WORDSWORTH . His image who made both , and less expressing The character of that dominion given O'er other creatures ; yet when I approach Her loveliness , so absolute she seems , And in herself complete , so well to know Her own ...
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... less they appear , In th ' end are found to be the dangerouser ; As no men mind those clocks that use to go Apparently too over - fast , or slow . BUTLER . Misc . Thoughts . MORE proselytes and converts use t ' accrue To false ...
... less they appear , In th ' end are found to be the dangerouser ; As no men mind those clocks that use to go Apparently too over - fast , or slow . BUTLER . Misc . Thoughts . MORE proselytes and converts use t ' accrue To false ...
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... less they understand , The more th ' admire his slight of hand . Hudibras , Part II . , Chap . 3 . Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof , her texture ...
... less they understand , The more th ' admire his slight of hand . Hudibras , Part II . , Chap . 3 . Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof , her texture ...
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Стр. 236 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Стр. 326 - 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...
Стр. 292 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 80 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Стр. 132 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Стр. 91 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Стр. 124 - O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Стр. 249 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Стр. 276 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 344 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...