Literary Studies from the Great British AuthorsG. I. Jones, 1880 - 440 páginas |
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... past , For thy records and what we see do lie , Made more or less by thy continual haste . This I do vow and this shall ever be ; I will be true , despite thy scythe and thee . 10 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . 5 10 15 20 25 EDWARD THE WILLIAM ...
... past , For thy records and what we see do lie , Made more or less by thy continual haste . This I do vow and this shall ever be ; I will be true , despite thy scythe and thee . 10 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . 5 10 15 20 25 EDWARD THE WILLIAM ...
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... past , That shrunk thy streams ; return , Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast Their bells , and flow'rets of a thousand hues . Ye valleys low , where the mild whispers use Of shades , and wanton winds , and ...
... past , That shrunk thy streams ; return , Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast Their bells , and flow'rets of a thousand hues . Ye valleys low , where the mild whispers use Of shades , and wanton winds , and ...
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... past or present , could have fear'd , How such united force of gods , how such As stood like these , could ever know repulse ? For who can yet believe , though after loss , That all these puissant legions , whose exile Hath emptied ...
... past or present , could have fear'd , How such united force of gods , how such As stood like these , could ever know repulse ? For who can yet believe , though after loss , That all these puissant legions , whose exile Hath emptied ...
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... past example and future , To Satan only like both crime and doom . O Conscience , into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driv'n me , out of which I find no way , from deep to deeper plung'd ! JOHN DRYDEN . MILTON . Three poets ...
... past example and future , To Satan only like both crime and doom . O Conscience , into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driv'n me , out of which I find no way , from deep to deeper plung'd ! JOHN DRYDEN . MILTON . Three poets ...
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... past , and most the times to come ! Two Principles in human nature reign ; all : Self - love to urge , and Reason , to restrain ; Nor this a good , nor that a bad we call , Each works its end , to move or govern And to their proper ...
... past , and most the times to come ! Two Principles in human nature reign ; all : Self - love to urge , and Reason , to restrain ; Nor this a good , nor that a bad we call , Each works its end , to move or govern And to their proper ...
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Página 81 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said: — But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Página 187 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 246 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Página 200 - 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.
Página 167 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached the ground encumbers him with help? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
Página 241 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight: A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 248 - Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
Página 238 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 43 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Página 80 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...