Studies from the English PoetsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1852 - 519 pàgines |
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Pàgina 76
... Miran . If , by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them : The sky , it seems , would pour down burning pitch , But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out . O , I ...
... Miran . If , by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them : The sky , it seems , would pour down burning pitch , But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out . O , I ...
Pàgina 77
... Miran . Certainly , sir , I can . Pros . By what ? by any other house , or person ? Of any thing the image tell me , that Hath kept with thy remembrance . Miran . ' Tis far off ; And rather like a dream , than an assurance That my ...
... Miran . Certainly , sir , I can . Pros . By what ? by any other house , or person ? Of any thing the image tell me , that Hath kept with thy remembrance . Miran . ' Tis far off ; And rather like a dream , than an assurance That my ...
Pàgina 78
George Frederick Graham. Miran . Sir , are not you my father ? Pros . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said , thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir A princess ; no worse issued . Miran , O ...
George Frederick Graham. Miran . Sir , are not you my father ? Pros . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said , thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir A princess ; no worse issued . Miran , O ...
Pàgina 79
... Miran . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pros . To have no screen between this part he played , And him he played it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! - my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal ...
... Miran . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pros . To have no screen between this part he played , And him he played it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! - my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal ...
Pàgina 80
... Miran . Alack , for pity ! I , not remembering how I cried out then , Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint That wrings mine eyes to it . Pros . Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon ...
... Miran . Alack , for pity ! I , not remembering how I cried out then , Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint That wrings mine eyes to it . Pros . Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon ...
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Pàgina 144 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pàgina 183 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pàgina 502 - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Pàgina 185 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Pàgina 285 - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Pàgina 497 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Pàgina 357 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
Pàgina 495 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Pàgina 494 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Pàgina 362 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.