The British classical authors: with biographical notices. On the basis of a selection by L. HerrigG. Westermann, 1906 - 752 sider |
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... happy star , Who see your vanquish'd foes before you lie , Well worthy be you of that armory , 240 Wherein ye have great glory won this day , And prov'd your strength on a strong enemy , Your first adventure : many such I pray , And ...
... happy star , Who see your vanquish'd foes before you lie , Well worthy be you of that armory , 240 Wherein ye have great glory won this day , And prov'd your strength on a strong enemy , Your first adventure : many such I pray , And ...
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... happy , For when they die , Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements ; 140 But mine must live still to be plagued in hell . Curst be the parents that engender'd me ! No , Faustus , curse thyself , curse Lucifer , That hath depriv'd ...
... happy , For when they die , Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements ; 140 But mine must live still to be plagued in hell . Curst be the parents that engender'd me ! No , Faustus , curse thyself , curse Lucifer , That hath depriv'd ...
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... happy life , To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by point , 25 Thereby to see the minutes how they run , How many make the hour full complete ; How many hours ...
... happy life , To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill , as I do now , To carve out dials quaintly , point by point , 25 Thereby to see the minutes how they run , How many make the hour full complete ; How many hours ...
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... happy being fear'd 20 Than they in fearing . What drink'st thou oft , instead of homage sweet , But poison'd flattery ? O , be sick , great greatness , And bid thy ceremony give thee cure . Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out 25 ...
... happy being fear'd 20 Than they in fearing . What drink'st thou oft , instead of homage sweet , But poison'd flattery ? O , be sick , great greatness , And bid thy ceremony give thee cure . Think'st thou the fiery fever will go out 25 ...
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... happy , yet much happier . 70 Third Witch . Thou shalt get kings , though thou be none : So all hail , Macbeth and Banquo ! First Witch . Banquo and Macbeth , all hail ! Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel's ...
... happy , yet much happier . 70 Third Witch . Thou shalt get kings , though thou be none : So all hail , Macbeth and Banquo ! First Witch . Banquo and Macbeth , all hail ! Macb . Stay , you imperfect speakers , tell me more : By Sinel's ...
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Side 349 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Side 340 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Side 725 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Side 56 - When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st,...
Side 33 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Side 340 - In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living...
Side 349 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Side 62 - 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. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Side 321 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Side 100 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet...