The North American Review, 63권Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge O. Everett, 1846 Vols. 227-230, no. 2 include: Stuff and nonsense, v. 5-6, no. 8, Jan. 1929-Aug. 1930. |
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... One jewel have I left , receive thou this . Still fear I , and I know not what ' s the cause , But every joint ... You're overwatch'd , my lord ; lie down and rest . " Edw . But that grief keeps me waking , I should sleep ; For not these ten ...
... One jewel have I left , receive thou this . Still fear I , and I know not what ' s the cause , But every joint ... You're overwatch'd , my lord ; lie down and rest . " Edw . But that grief keeps me waking , I should sleep ; For not these ten ...
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206 페이지 - And he had a son, whose name was Saul, a choice young man and a goodly. And there was not among the children of Israel a goodlier person than he: from his shoulders and upward he was higher than any of the people.
10 페이지 - Ah, Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damned perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
22 페이지 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow : The world may find the spring by following her, For other print her airy steps ne'er left. Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west wind she shot along, And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sowed them with her odorous foot.
23 페이지 - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
30 페이지 - Or painful to his slumbers: easy, light, And as a purling stream, thou son of Night, Pass by his troubled senses: sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain. Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide; And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride.
20 페이지 - ... t fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck: 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day; End your groan, and come away.
11 페이지 - Tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide," supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you ; and, being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is, in his own conceit, the only Shake-scene in a country.
105 페이지 - Imperial rule of all the sea-girt isles, That, like to rich and various gems, inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep...
29 페이지 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.