Cyclopædia of English Literature: A Selection of the Choicest Productions of English Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Time, Connected by a Critical and Biographical History ...Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 - English literature |
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... eyes oft we by gleams of love , Have missed the ball and got sight of our dame , To bait her eyes , which kept the leads above . The gravel ground , with sleeves tied on the helm Of foaming horse , 2 with swords and friendly hearts ...
... eyes oft we by gleams of love , Have missed the ball and got sight of our dame , To bait her eyes , which kept the leads above . The gravel ground , with sleeves tied on the helm Of foaming horse , 2 with swords and friendly hearts ...
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... eyes unstedfast , rolling here and there , Whirl'd on each place , as place that vengeance So was her mind continually in fear , [ brought , Tost and tormented with the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought ...
... eyes unstedfast , rolling here and there , Whirl'd on each place , as place that vengeance So was her mind continually in fear , [ brought , Tost and tormented with the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought ...
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... eyes that mock the diamond's blaze : Whence comes my woe ? as freely own ; Ah me ! ' twas from a heart like stone . The blushing cheek speaks modest mind , The lips befitting words most kind , The eye does tempt to love's desire , And ...
... eyes that mock the diamond's blaze : Whence comes my woe ? as freely own ; Ah me ! ' twas from a heart like stone . The blushing cheek speaks modest mind , The lips befitting words most kind , The eye does tempt to love's desire , And ...
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... eyes , And of some sent from that sweet enemy France ; Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance ; Townfolks my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to ...
... eyes , And of some sent from that sweet enemy France ; Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance ; Townfolks my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to ...
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... eye of Heaven , shined bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place ; Did never mortal eye behold such heavenly grace ... eyes he took commandément , And ever by her looks conceived her intent . [ The Bower of Bliss . ] There the most ...
... eye of Heaven , shined bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place ; Did never mortal eye behold such heavenly grace ... eyes he took commandément , And ever by her looks conceived her intent . [ The Bower of Bliss . ] There the most ...
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Page 188 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 188 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — 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.
Page 399 - 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.
Page 328 - 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.
Page 187 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Page 105 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 332 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 398 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Page 184 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 185 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest — For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.