The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Том 1Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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... looks that tigers could but rue , Where each of us did plead the other's right . The palm - play , where , despoiled for the game , With dazed eyes oft we by gleams of love , Have missed the ball and got sight of our dame , To bait her ...
... looks that tigers could but rue , Where each of us did plead the other's right . The palm - play , where , despoiled for the game , With dazed eyes oft we by gleams of love , Have missed the ball and got sight of our dame , To bait her ...
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... look What should I do but set cock on the hoop ? What do I care if all the world me fail , I will have a garment reach to my tail . Then I am a minion , for I wear the new guise , The next year after I hope to be wise- Not only in ...
... look What should I do but set cock on the hoop ? What do I care if all the world me fail , I will have a garment reach to my tail . Then I am a minion , for I wear the new guise , The next year after I hope to be wise- Not only in ...
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... looks Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other books To read or look upon . In each of her two crystal eyes Smileth a naked boy : It would you all in heart suffice To see that lamp of joy . I think nature hath lost the mold ...
... looks Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other books To read or look upon . In each of her two crystal eyes Smileth a naked boy : It would you all in heart suffice To see that lamp of joy . I think nature hath lost the mold ...
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... look what this sudden shot should mean , as though he knew nothing of the matter . They thereupon , looking out of the windows into Thames , returned again and showed him , that it seemed to them there should be some noblemen and ...
... look what this sudden shot should mean , as though he knew nothing of the matter . They thereupon , looking out of the windows into Thames , returned again and showed him , that it seemed to them there should be some noblemen and ...
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... looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . Next , saw we Dread , all trembling how he shook , With foot uncertain , proffer'd here and there ; Benumb'd with speech , and with a ghastly look , Searched ...
... looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . Next , saw we Dread , all trembling how he shook , With foot uncertain , proffer'd here and there ; Benumb'd with speech , and with a ghastly look , Searched ...
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Стр. 314 - 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.
Стр. 310 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Стр. 476 - 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.
Стр. 496 - Lets in new light through chinks that time has made : Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Стр. 488 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Стр. 476 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Стр. 308 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Стр. 486 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Стр. 475 - 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.
Стр. 308 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.