Elegant extracts in poetry, 2권1816 |
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... kind and courteous to this gentleman : Swiftness of Fairy's Motion . I go , I go , look how I go : Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow . Sense of Hearing quickened by Loss of Sight . Dark night , that from the eye his function ...
... kind and courteous to this gentleman : Swiftness of Fairy's Motion . I go , I go , look how I go : Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow . Sense of Hearing quickened by Loss of Sight . Dark night , that from the eye his function ...
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... kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches , poverty , And use of service , none ; contracts , succession , Bourn , bound of laud , tilth , vineyard , olive No use of metal , corn , or ...
... kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches , poverty , And use of service , none ; contracts , succession , Bourn , bound of laud , tilth , vineyard , olive No use of metal , corn , or ...
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... kind , that relish all as sharply , Passion as they , be kindlier mov'd than thou , it came o'er my ear , like the sweet south , § 13. THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF He said , that. For kissing of their feet ; yet always bending Towards their ...
... kind , that relish all as sharply , Passion as they , be kindlier mov'd than thou , it came o'er my ear , like the sweet south , § 13. THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF He said , that. For kissing of their feet ; yet always bending Towards their ...
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... kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests , The quality of persons and the time ; And like the haggard , check at every feather That comes before his eye . This is a practice , As full of labour as a wise man's art : For ...
... kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests , The quality of persons and the time ; And like the haggard , check at every feather That comes before his eye . This is a practice , As full of labour as a wise man's art : For ...
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... kind Our rustic garden's barren ; and I care not To get slips of them . Pol . Wherefore , gentle maiden , Do you neglect them ? Per . For I have heard it said , There is an art , which , in their piedness , shares With great creating ...
... kind Our rustic garden's barren ; and I care not To get slips of them . Pol . Wherefore , gentle maiden , Do you neglect them ? Per . For I have heard it said , There is an art , which , in their piedness , shares With great creating ...
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Adam Bell art thou bear beauty behold blood bosom breast breath Britons Brutus busk Cæsar call'd Cato charms cheek Childe Waters cried dead dear death Derry dost doth dreadful e'en e'er Epigram ev'ry eyes fair fair lady fame fate father fear flow'rs fool GARRICK gentle give grace grief hand hath head hear heart Heaven honor Juba king Lady live look lord lov'd maid mind muse ne'er never night noble nymph o'er once passion peace pity play poison'd poor pow'r praise pride prince Prologue quoth Rome round sayd scene seem'd SHAKSPEARE sigh sing sleep smile soft Song sorrow soul speak spleen sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true Twas twill vex'd virtue weep willow Wilm wind wretched yemen youth Zounds
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790 페이지 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
745 페이지 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
640 페이지 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
631 페이지 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
589 페이지 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
662 페이지 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
664 페이지 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
643 페이지 - 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.
745 페이지 - Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
661 페이지 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.