Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner J.A. Hill, 1902 |
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Pàgina 8348
... thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further off , to make thee room : Thou art a monument without a tomb ; And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read and praise to give . That I not ...
... thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further off , to make thee room : Thou art a monument without a tomb ; And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read and praise to give . That I not ...
Pàgina 8349
... thee in our water yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza , and our James ! But stay : I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced , and made a constellation there ! Shine forth , thou Star of poets ...
... thee in our water yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza , and our James ! But stay : I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced , and made a constellation there ! Shine forth , thou Star of poets ...
Pàgina 8353
... thee ? Well , read my charms , And may they lay that hold upon thy senses , As thou hadst snuffed up hemlock , or ta'en down The juice of poppy and of mandrakes . Sleep , Voluptuous Cæsar , and security Seize on thy stupid powers , and ...
... thee ? Well , read my charms , And may they lay that hold upon thy senses , As thou hadst snuffed up hemlock , or ta'en down The juice of poppy and of mandrakes . Sleep , Voluptuous Cæsar , and security Seize on thy stupid powers , and ...
Pàgina 8358
... thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself ...
... thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself ...
Pàgina 8371
... thee and thy sister , with thy children and friends ; and the multitude made prayers that thy affairs . may be to thy mind , and that thy kingdom may be preserved in peace , and that the translation of our law may come to the con ...
... thee and thy sister , with thy children and friends ; and the multitude made prayers that thy affairs . may be to thy mind , and that thy kingdom may be preserved in peace , and that the translation of our law may come to the con ...
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-Z Charles Dudley Warner Visualització completa - 1896 |
Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern: A-Z Charles Dudley Warner Visualització completa - 1896 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 8516 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.
Pàgina 8360 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Pàgina 8348 - And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines ! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit. As, since, she will vouchsafe no other, wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please ; But antiquated, and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all : Thy Art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part.
Pàgina 8504 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
Pàgina 8502 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears. For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found. In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
Pàgina 8501 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedared Lebanon.
Pàgina 8501 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Pàgina 8293 - Is not a Patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; 3 till I am known, and do not want it.
Pàgina 8349 - Shakespeare, must enjoy a part, For though the poet's matter Nature be, His art doth give the fashion, and that he Who casts to write a living line must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Pàgina 8359 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.