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HERC . Eurystheus claims the service I perform . Cho . Bound to what labour ,
whither dost thou roam ? HERC . I seek the steeds of Thracian Diomed . 550 Cho
. How hard thy task ! Thou knowst not then thine host ? Herc . No ! nor have ...
HERC . Eurystheus claims the service I perform . Cho . Bound to what labour ,
whither dost thou roam ? HERC . I seek the steeds of Thracian Diomed . 550 Cho
. How hard thy task ! Thou knowst not then thine host ? Herc . No ! nor have ...
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HERC . I still know naught . Thy teaching is not clear . ADM . Know'st not the fate ,
with which she needs must meet ? Herc . I know she undertook to die for thee ,
Adm . How can she live then , if she promised this ? HERC . Hold - mourn not for
...
HERC . I still know naught . Thy teaching is not clear . ADM . Know'st not the fate ,
with which she needs must meet ? Herc . I know she undertook to die for thee ,
Adm . How can she live then , if she promised this ? HERC . Hold - mourn not for
...
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HERC . A stranger lady's death ! nay , grieve not thus Too much ! whilst safe at
home thy masters live . SERV . What ! ... 890 HERC . Yes , or ' tis falsehood which
thy lord hath said . SERV . Alas ! too courteous is my lord to guests . HERC .
HERC . A stranger lady's death ! nay , grieve not thus Too much ! whilst safe at
home thy masters live . SERV . What ! ... 890 HERC . Yes , or ' tis falsehood which
thy lord hath said . SERV . Alas ! too courteous is my lord to guests . HERC .
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Herc . Would that my power were such that I could bring 1185 Thy wife to light
from out the nether world , And do this service , most desired , for thee . Adm . I
know thou wouldst ! yet how can this be done ? The dead must not return to life
again ...
Herc . Would that my power were such that I could bring 1185 Thy wife to light
from out the nether world , And do this service , most desired , for thee . Adm . I
know thou wouldst ! yet how can this be done ? The dead must not return to life
again ...
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Herc . Some day thou'lt praise me : only now comply Adm . If I must needs receive
her , lead her in . HERC . To servile charge this dame I will not give . Adm . Well :
if it likes thee , lead her in , thyself . 1225 HERC . Nay , rather I will place her in ...
Herc . Some day thou'lt praise me : only now comply Adm . If I must needs receive
her , lead her in . HERC . To servile charge this dame I will not give . Adm . Well :
if it likes thee , lead her in , thyself . 1225 HERC . Nay , rather I will place her in ...
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364 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
355 ÆäÀÌÁö - In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran BLANC, The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But...
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
399 ÆäÀÌÁö - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
435 ÆäÀÌÁö - Short upper lip— sweet lips ! that make us sigh Ever to have seen such ; for she was one Fit for the model of a statuary, (A race of mere impostors, when all's done — I've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - for he never sought it in the right place. The famous Fountain of Youth, if I am rightly informed, is situated in the southern part of the Floridian peninsula, not far from Lake Macaco. Its source is overshadowed by several gigantic magnolias, which, though numberless centuries old, have been kept as fresh as violets by the virtues of this wonderful water. An acquaintance of mine, knowing my curiosity in such matters, has sent me what you see in the vase.