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And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace ? Book ii . Canto viii
. St . I . How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that
succour want ! Book ji . Canto viji . St . 2 . Eftsoones they heard a most melodious
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And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace ? Book ii . Canto viii
. St . I . How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that
succour want ! Book ji . Canto viji . St . 2 . Eftsoones they heard a most melodious
...
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There ' s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill spirit have so fair a house
, Good things will strive to dwell with ' t . Ibid . Gon . Here is everything
advantageous to life . Ant . True ; save means to live . Act ii . Sc . 1 . A very
ancient and fish ...
There ' s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill spirit have so fair a house
, Good things will strive to dwell with ' t . Ibid . Gon . Here is everything
advantageous to life . Ant . True ; save means to live . Act ii . Sc . 1 . A very
ancient and fish ...
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Spirits are not finely touch ' d , But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The
smallest scruple of her excellence , But , like a thrifty goddess , she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor - Both thanks and use . Act i . Sc . I . He was ever ...
Spirits are not finely touch ' d , But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The
smallest scruple of her excellence , But , like a thrifty goddess , she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor - Both thanks and use . Act i . Sc . I . He was ever ...
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... and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction , and to rot ; This sensible
warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in
fiery floods , or to reside Ibid . Measure for Measure continued . ] In thrilling. Ibid .
... and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction , and to rot ; This sensible
warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in
fiery floods , or to reside Ibid . Measure for Measure continued . ] In thrilling. Ibid .
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All things that are , Are with more spirit chased than enjoy ' d . How like a younker
, or a prodigal , The scarfed bark puts from her native bay , Hugg ' d and
embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return , With over
...
All things that are , Are with more spirit chased than enjoy ' d . How like a younker
, or a prodigal , The scarfed bark puts from her native bay , Hugg ' d and
embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return , With over
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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...