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... fear , and whole misliking unto me . And thus my book hath been so much my pleasure , and bringeth daily to me more plea- sure and more , that in respect of it , all other pleasures , in very deed , be but trifles and troubles unto me ...
... fear , and whole misliking unto me . And thus my book hath been so much my pleasure , and bringeth daily to me more plea- sure and more , that in respect of it , all other pleasures , in very deed , be but trifles and troubles unto me ...
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... fear over- board . Yet I never will go again upon the water . Ascham . Exercise that beauteous couple , that mind and body , much and variously , but at home , at home , Jane ! indoors , and about things indoors ; for God is there too ...
... fear over- board . Yet I never will go again upon the water . Ascham . Exercise that beauteous couple , that mind and body , much and variously , but at home , at home , Jane ! indoors , and about things indoors ; for God is there too ...
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... fear that I will disparage my kind religious teacher , by disobedience to my hus- band in the most trying duties . Ascham . Gentle is he , gentle and virtuous : but time will harden him time must harden even thee , sweet Jane ! Do thou ...
... fear that I will disparage my kind religious teacher , by disobedience to my hus- band in the most trying duties . Ascham . Gentle is he , gentle and virtuous : but time will harden him time must harden even thee , sweet Jane ! Do thou ...
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... fear , I fear , my Master dear ! We shall have a deadly storm . I. Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence . Well ! If the Bard was weather - wise , who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence , This night , so tranquil now , will not go ...
... fear , I fear , my Master dear ! We shall have a deadly storm . I. Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence . Well ! If the Bard was weather - wise , who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence , This night , so tranquil now , will not go ...
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... fear , And now screams loud , and hopes to make her mother hear . VIII . " Tis midnight , but small thoughts have I of sleep : Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep ! Tairn is a small lake , generally if not always applied to the ...
... fear , And now screams loud , and hopes to make her mother hear . VIII . " Tis midnight , but small thoughts have I of sleep : Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep ! Tairn is a small lake , generally if not always applied to the ...
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Página 573 - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing ; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Página 395 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 244 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 61 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — -and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how...
Página 227 - The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup : thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
Página 394 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 240 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Página 380 - For want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost; ' being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Página 46 - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.
Página 61 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!