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Pàgina 254
... this most excellent canopy , the air - look you , this brave o'erhanging firmament , this majestical roof fretted with golden fire - why it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours .
... this most excellent canopy , the air - look you , this brave o'erhanging firmament , this majestical roof fretted with golden fire - why it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours .
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 259 - And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself...
Pàgina 255 - O God, I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Pàgina 254 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pàgina 253 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Pàgina 256 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pàgina 259 - Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, A man that fortune's buffets and rewards...
Pàgina 309 - And as a vesture shalt thou fold them up, and they shall be changed: but thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.
Pàgina 307 - Rise on the earth, or earth rise on the sun; He from the east his flaming road begin, Or she from west her silent course advance, With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle, while she paces even, And bears the soft with the smooth air along...
Pàgina 92 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Pàgina 253 - That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | The Analyst: A Quarterly Journal of Science, Literature, Natural History, and the Fine Arts, Volum 6 |
| Editor | Edward Mammatt |
| Col·laboradors | William Holl, Neville Wood, Biodiversity Heritage Library |
| Editor | Simpkin and Marshall, 1837 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 27 Nov. 2007 |
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