Golden Leaves from the British and American Dramatic PoetsBruce and Huntington, 1865 - 562 էջ |
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... pass not for thy frowns as late they did , But seek to make a new - elected king ; Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts , Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments , And in this torment comfort find I none , But ...
... pass not for thy frowns as late they did , But seek to make a new - elected king ; Which fills my mind with strange despairing thoughts , Which thoughts are martyred with endless torments , And in this torment comfort find I none , But ...
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... passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : She wished , she had not heard it ; yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man : she thanked me ; And bade me , if I had a friend that loved her , I should but teach ...
... passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : She wished , she had not heard it ; yet she wished That Heaven had made her such a man : she thanked me ; And bade me , if I had a friend that loved her , I should but teach ...
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... passing on the prisoner's life , May , in the sworn twelve , have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try : What's open made to justice , That justice seizes . What know the laws , That thieves do pass on thieves ? " Tis very pregnant ...
... passing on the prisoner's life , May , in the sworn twelve , have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try : What's open made to justice , That justice seizes . What know the laws , That thieves do pass on thieves ? " Tis very pregnant ...
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... pass , That he thinks may become the honoured name Of issue to his so examined self , That all the lasting fruits of his full merit In his own poems , he doth still distaste ; As if his mind's piece , which he strove to paint , Could ...
... pass , That he thinks may become the honoured name Of issue to his so examined self , That all the lasting fruits of his full merit In his own poems , he doth still distaste ; As if his mind's piece , which he strove to paint , Could ...
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... PASSING from Italy to Greece , the tales Which poets of an elder time have feigned , To glorify their Tempe , bred in me Desire of visiting that paradise . To Thessaly I came , and living private , Without acquaintance of more sweet ...
... PASSING from Italy to Greece , the tales Which poets of an elder time have feigned , To glorify their Tempe , bred in me Desire of visiting that paradise . To Thessaly I came , and living private , Without acquaintance of more sweet ...
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Golden Leaves from the British and American Dramatic Poets John William Stanhope Hows Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1867 |
Golden Leaves: From the British and American Dramatic Poets (Classic Reprint) John W. S. Hows Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2015 |
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Էջ 25 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
Էջ 35 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these...
Էջ 30 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Էջ 19 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Էջ 35 - 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.
Էջ 46 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate...
Էջ 29 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Էջ 27 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Էջ 47 - Now entertain conjecture of a time, When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Էջ 18 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.