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And brought of mighty ale a large quart . The Milleres Tale . Line 3497 . Yet in our
ashen cold is fire yreken . The Reves Prologue . Line 3880 . So was hire joly
whistle wel ywette . The Reves Tale . 4153 . And for to see , and eek for to be
seye .
And brought of mighty ale a large quart . The Milleres Tale . Line 3497 . Yet in our
ashen cold is fire yreken . The Reves Prologue . Line 3880 . So was hire joly
whistle wel ywette . The Reves Tale . 4153 . And for to see , and eek for to be
seye .
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2 Blessings on him who invented sleep , the mantle that covers all human
thoughts , the food that appeases hunger , the drink that quenches thirst , the fire
that warms cold , the cold that moderates heat , and , lastly , the general coin that
...
2 Blessings on him who invented sleep , the mantle that covers all human
thoughts , the food that appeases hunger , the drink that quenches thirst , the fire
that warms cold , the cold that moderates heat , and , lastly , the general coin that
...
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... I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books , the
arts , the Academes , That show , contain , and nourish all the world . Ibid . [ Love '
s Labour ' s Lost continued . Ibid . Shakespeare . 35.
... I derive : They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books , the
arts , the Academes , That show , contain , and nourish all the world . Ibid . [ Love '
s Labour ' s Lost continued . Ibid . Shakespeare . 35.
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Sc . 1 . All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy
havens . Act i . Sc . 3 . O , who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty
Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ...
Sc . 1 . All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy
havens . Act i . Sc . 3 . O , who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty
Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ...
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Sc . I . Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines . Act iii . Sc . 2 . Not all the water in
the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king . Ibid . O , call back
yesterday , bid time return . Ibid . Let ' s talk of graves , of worms , and epitaphs ...
Sc . I . Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines . Act iii . Sc . 2 . Not all the water in
the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king . Ibid . O , call back
yesterday , bid time return . Ibid . Let ' s talk of graves , of worms , and epitaphs ...
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372 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
593 ÆäÀÌÁö - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
521 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
520 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...