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... King Louis madly cried ; To death they rush , but rude their shock , not unavenged they died . On , through the camp the column trod , King Louis turned his rein : " Not yet , my liege , " Saxe interposed , " the Irish troops remain ...
... King Louis madly cried ; To death they rush , but rude their shock , not unavenged they died . On , through the camp the column trod , King Louis turned his rein : " Not yet , my liege , " Saxe interposed , " the Irish troops remain ...
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... king ! No wit to flatter left of all his store ; No fool to laugh at , which he valued more ; There , victor of his health , of fortune , friends And fame , the lord of useless thousands ends ! " POPE . Moral Essays . The charming walk ...
... king ! No wit to flatter left of all his store ; No fool to laugh at , which he valued more ; There , victor of his health , of fortune , friends And fame , the lord of useless thousands ends ! " POPE . Moral Essays . The charming walk ...
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... king- doms as much at his disposal as was the little inheritance of his father , and to be as noble and liberal in ... kings and with more than regal solemnity , and to leave a name behind him not to be extinguished but with the whole ...
... king- doms as much at his disposal as was the little inheritance of his father , and to be as noble and liberal in ... kings and with more than regal solemnity , and to leave a name behind him not to be extinguished but with the whole ...
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... king ! All the fields which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce , Fertile made with early juice : Man for thee doth sow and plow , Farmer he , and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy , Nor ...
... king ! All the fields which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce , Fertile made with early juice : Man for thee doth sow and plow , Farmer he , and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy , Nor ...
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... King . " ' Tis noon . The ranks are broken , along the royal line They fly , the braggarts of the court ! the bullies of the Rhine ! Stout Langdale's cheer is heard no more , and Astley's helm is down , And Rupert sheathes his rapier ...
... King . " ' Tis noon . The ranks are broken , along the royal line They fly , the braggarts of the court ! the bullies of the Rhine ! Stout Langdale's cheer is heard no more , and Astley's helm is down , And Rupert sheathes his rapier ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admirable ballads beauty Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentlemen Gerald Griffin Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honor horse Joanna Baillie John Banim kind King Klopstock Kyng lady laughed letters light lived look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder never night noble o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seemed sing smile Soggarth aroon song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's thing Thomas Holcroft thou thought took trees truth Twas Ufton Court verse walk wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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Página 544 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Página 543 - STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring ; for ornament, is in discourse ; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one ; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Página 201 - Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes. And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 318 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 314 - Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Página 318 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Página 242 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 180 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Página 392 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Página 429 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, •** Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.