The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Том 1Harper, 1858 |
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... thee , Oh harp , or is it some passing ghost ? It is the hand of Malvina ! Bring me the harp , son of Alpin . Another song shall rise . My soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers shall hear it in their airy hall . Their dim faces ...
... thee , Oh harp , or is it some passing ghost ? It is the hand of Malvina ! Bring me the harp , son of Alpin . Another song shall rise . My soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers shall hear it in their airy hall . Their dim faces ...
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... thee spilt ? 1 O mercy , deare Constable ! ( quod she , ) As let my little child dwell here with thee ; And if thou dar'st not saven him from blame , So kiss him one's in his father's name . ' Therewith she looketh backward to the land ...
... thee spilt ? 1 O mercy , deare Constable ! ( quod she , ) As let my little child dwell here with thee ; And if thou dar'st not saven him from blame , So kiss him one's in his father's name . ' Therewith she looketh backward to the land ...
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... thee shall deliver ' t is no drede.8 Pain thee not each croocked to redress In trust of her that turneth as a ball ; Great rest standeth in little baseness ; Beware also to spurn against a nalle ; 9 Strive not as doth a crocke10 with a ...
... thee shall deliver ' t is no drede.8 Pain thee not each croocked to redress In trust of her that turneth as a ball ; Great rest standeth in little baseness ; Beware also to spurn against a nalle ; 9 Strive not as doth a crocke10 with a ...
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... thee ? ' The devil said , ' This question I ask in our collation , - Say where was God , wit ye oucht , Before that heaven and erd was wroucht ? ' St. Serf said , ' In himself steadless His Godhead hampered never was . ' The devil then ...
... thee ? ' The devil said , ' This question I ask in our collation , - Say where was God , wit ye oucht , Before that heaven and erd was wroucht ? ' St. Serf said , ' In himself steadless His Godhead hampered never was . ' The devil then ...
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... thee ay fra honour dreived , Thou has thy life rougin in wrangeous deed ; That shall be seen on thee or on thy seed . ' The king gart5 charge they should the bishop ta , But sad lords counsellit to let him ga . All Englishmen said that ...
... thee ay fra honour dreived , Thou has thy life rougin in wrangeous deed ; That shall be seen on thee or on thy seed . ' The king gart5 charge they should the bishop ta , But sad lords counsellit to let him ga . All Englishmen said that ...
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Страница 310 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Страница 490 - 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.
Страница 478 - 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 base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Страница 316 - 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.
Страница 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Страница 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Страница 477 - 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.
Страница 310 - 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.
Страница 478 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.