The Laureates of England: Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 459 страници |
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... face flushed and unattractive . A lady of the court described him once to someone who had likened him to the poet Horace : " That same Horace of yours has a most ungodly face , by my fan ! It looks for all the world like a russet apple ...
... face flushed and unattractive . A lady of the court described him once to someone who had likened him to the poet Horace : " That same Horace of yours has a most ungodly face , by my fan ! It looks for all the world like a russet apple ...
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... face , By beatific virtue of the place . There shall the brother with the sister walk , And sons and daughters with their parents talk ; But all of God ; they still shall have to say , But make him all in all their theme that day ; That ...
... face , By beatific virtue of the place . There shall the brother with the sister walk , And sons and daughters with their parents talk ; But all of God ; they still shall have to say , But make him all in all their theme that day ; That ...
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... face to face , In his humanity ! to hear him preach The price of our redemption , and to teach , Through his inherent righteousness in death , — The safety of our souls and forfeit breath ! 64 FANTASY . ( From The Vision of Delight ...
... face to face , In his humanity ! to hear him preach The price of our redemption , and to teach , Through his inherent righteousness in death , — The safety of our souls and forfeit breath ! 64 FANTASY . ( From The Vision of Delight ...
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... face Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well turned and true filled lines : In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of ignorance . Sweet Swan of ...
... face Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well turned and true filled lines : In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of ignorance . Sweet Swan of ...
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... face , As alone their triumphs to the life All the gain , all the good of the element's strife . Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow Before the soil hath ...
... face , As alone their triumphs to the life All the gain , all the good of the element's strife . Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow Before the soil hath ...
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Страница 213 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
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Страница 214 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet...
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