British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of England and America, with Biographical Sketches and an Historical Outline of English Literature. Poetry and ProseGeorge Westermann, 1885 |
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... Boling . ] with welcome home from banishment . 490 Boling . How long a time lies in one little word ! Four lagging winters , and four wanton springs End in a word : Gaunt . I thank Such is the breath of kings . my liege , that , in ...
... Boling . ] with welcome home from banishment . 490 Boling . How long a time lies in one little word ! Four lagging winters , and four wanton springs End in a word : Gaunt . I thank Such is the breath of kings . my liege , that , in ...
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... Boling . Joy absent , grief is present for that time . Gaunt . What is six winters ? they are quickly gone . Boling . To men in joy ; but grief makes one our ten . Gaunt . Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleasure . 540 Boling . My ...
... Boling . Joy absent , grief is present for that time . Gaunt . What is six winters ? they are quickly gone . Boling . To men in joy ; but grief makes one our ten . Gaunt . Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleasure . 540 Boling . My ...
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... Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkeley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them weari- some ; 1105 And yet ...
... Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkeley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them weari- some ; 1105 And yet ...
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... Boling . Of much less value is my com- pany Than your good words . But who comes here ? 1120 Enter Harry Percy . North . It is my son , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whence- soever.- Harry , how fares your uncle ...
... Boling . Of much less value is my com- pany Than your good words . But who comes here ? 1120 Enter Harry Percy . North . It is my son , young Harry Percy , Sent from my brother Worcester , whence- soever.- Harry , how fares your uncle ...
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... Boling . My gracious uncle , let me know my fault ; On what condition stands it , and wherein ? York . Even in condition of the worst degree , - In gross rebellion , and detested treason : Thou art a banish'd man , and here art 1210 ...
... Boling . My gracious uncle , let me know my fault ; On what condition stands it , and wherein ? York . Even in condition of the worst degree , - In gross rebellion , and detested treason : Thou art a banish'd man , and here art 1210 ...
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273 페이지 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
600 페이지 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
381 페이지 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
273 페이지 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
277 페이지 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, /And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
54 페이지 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
54 페이지 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
380 페이지 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
411 페이지 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
600 페이지 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...