Elegant extracts in poetry, Հատոր 21816 |
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Արդյունքներ 100–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 598
... dead . Conversion . I do not shame To tell you what I was , since my conversion So sweetly tastes , being the thing I am . Love . Phoebe . Good shepherd , tell this youth what ' tis to love . [ tears ; Sylvius . It is to be all made of ...
... dead . Conversion . I do not shame To tell you what I was , since my conversion So sweetly tastes , being the thing I am . Love . Phoebe . Good shepherd , tell this youth what ' tis to love . [ tears ; Sylvius . It is to be all made of ...
Էջ 599
... dead . For slander lives upon succession ; For ever hous'd where it once gets possession . Document for Wives , and the ill Effects of Jealousy . Abbess . Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea ? Buried some dear friend ? Hath not ...
... dead . For slander lives upon succession ; For ever hous'd where it once gets possession . Document for Wives , and the ill Effects of Jealousy . Abbess . Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea ? Buried some dear friend ? Hath not ...
Էջ 603
... Dead to infliction , to themselves are dead ; And liberty plucks justice by the nose : The baby beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Pardon the Sanction of Wickedness . For we bid this be done , When evil deeds have ...
... Dead to infliction , to themselves are dead ; And liberty plucks justice by the nose : The baby beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Pardon the Sanction of Wickedness . For we bid this be done , When evil deeds have ...
Էջ 604
... dead , though it hath slept ; Those many had not dar'd to do that evil , If the first man that did th ' edict infringe Had answer'd for his deed : now , ' tis awake ; Takes note of what is done ; and , like a prophet , Looks in a glass ...
... dead , though it hath slept ; Those many had not dar'd to do that evil , If the first man that did th ' edict infringe Had answer'd for his deed : now , ' tis awake ; Takes note of what is done ; and , like a prophet , Looks in a glass ...
Էջ 620
... dead ; slandered to death by vil- That dare as well answer a man indeed , [ lains ; As I dare take a serpent by the tongue : Boys , apes , braggarts , Jacks , milk - sops ! - Leo . Brother Anthony- [ them ; yea , Ant . Hold you content ...
... dead ; slandered to death by vil- That dare as well answer a man indeed , [ lains ; As I dare take a serpent by the tongue : Boys , apes , braggarts , Jacks , milk - sops ! - Leo . Brother Anthony- [ them ; yea , Ant . Hold you content ...
Common terms and phrases
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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Էջ 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!
Էջ 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?
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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,
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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?
Էջ 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.