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... Night , with fine Music . Lor . The moon shines bright : in such a night as this , When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees , Troilus , methinks , mounted the Trojan wall , And BOOK III . 613 DRAMATIC .
... Night , with fine Music . Lor . The moon shines bright : in such a night as this , When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees , Troilus , methinks , mounted the Trojan wall , And BOOK III . 613 DRAMATIC .
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... night , Jes . In such a night , Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew ; And saw the lion's shadow ere himself , And ran away dismay'd . Lor . In such a night , Stood Dido , with a willow in her hand , Upon the wild sea - banks , and ...
... night , Jes . In such a night , Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew ; And saw the lion's shadow ere himself , And ran away dismay'd . Lor . In such a night , Stood Dido , with a willow in her hand , Upon the wild sea - banks , and ...
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... night , That , in a spleen , unfolds both heav'n and earth : And , ere a man hath pow'r to say - Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion ! Her . Then let us teach our trial patience ...
... night , That , in a spleen , unfolds both heav'n and earth : And , ere a man hath pow'r to say - Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion ! Her . Then let us teach our trial patience ...
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... night when I do see your face , Therefore I think I am not in the night ; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company ; For you in my respect are all the world . Then how can it be said , I am alone , When all the world is here to look on ...
... night when I do see your face , Therefore I think I am not in the night ; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company ; For you in my respect are all the world . Then how can it be said , I am alone , When all the world is here to look on ...
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... Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast , And vonder shines Aurora's harbinger ; At whose approach , ghosts wandering here Troop home to church - yards . [ and there , Embracing . So doth the woodbine the sweet honey - suckle ...
... Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast , And vonder shines Aurora's harbinger ; At whose approach , ghosts wandering here Troop home to church - yards . [ and there , Embracing . So doth the woodbine the sweet honey - suckle ...
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Adam Bell art thou bear beauty behold blood bosom breast breath Britons Brutus busk Cæsar call'd Cato charms cheek Childe Waters cried dead dear death Derry dost doth dreadful e'en e'er Epigram ev'ry eyes fair fair lady fame fate father fear flow'rs fool GARRICK gentle give grace grief hand hath head hear heart Heaven honor Juba king Lady live look lord lov'd maid mind muse ne'er never night noble nymph o'er once passion peace pity play poison'd poor pow'r praise pride prince Prologue quoth Rome round sayd scene seem'd SHAKSPEARE sigh sing sleep smile soft Song sorrow soul speak spleen sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true Twas twill vex'd virtue weep willow Wilm wind wretched yemen youth Zounds
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Страница 790 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Страница 745 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Страница 640 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Страница 631 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Страница 589 - 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.
Страница 662 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Страница 664 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
Страница 643 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Страница 745 - Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
Страница 661 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.