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... tears , To see a king in this most piteous state ? Edw . Weep'st thou already ? list a while to me , And then thy heart , were it as Gurney's1 is , Or as Matrevis ' , 1 hewn from the Caucasus , Yet will it melt , ere I have done my tale ...
... tears , To see a king in this most piteous state ? Edw . Weep'st thou already ? list a while to me , And then thy heart , were it as Gurney's1 is , Or as Matrevis ' , 1 hewn from the Caucasus , Yet will it melt , ere I have done my tale ...
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... tear the bond . Shy . When it is paid according to the tenor . It doth appear you are a worthy judge ; You know the law , your exposition Hath been most sound : I charge you by the law , Whereof you are a well - deserving pillar ...
... tear the bond . Shy . When it is paid according to the tenor . It doth appear you are a worthy judge ; You know the law , your exposition Hath been most sound : I charge you by the law , Whereof you are a well - deserving pillar ...
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... , Sending his eyes to heav'n swimming in tears , With hideous clamours ever struck her ears , Whetting the blazing sword that in her hand she bears . 1 Morning . THE RAINBOW . From the same . High in the 42 GILES AND PHINEAS FLETCHER .
... , Sending his eyes to heav'n swimming in tears , With hideous clamours ever struck her ears , Whetting the blazing sword that in her hand she bears . 1 Morning . THE RAINBOW . From the same . High in the 42 GILES AND PHINEAS FLETCHER .
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... tear , Flinging all to the earth with her enchanted spear . Her goodly armour seemed a garden green , Where thousand spotless lilies freshly blew ; And on her shield the lone bird might be seen , Th ' Arabian bird , shining in colours ...
... tear , Flinging all to the earth with her enchanted spear . Her goodly armour seemed a garden green , Where thousand spotless lilies freshly blew ; And on her shield the lone bird might be seen , Th ' Arabian bird , shining in colours ...
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... tears my threshold , I only think what ' tis to have my daughter Right honourable ; and ' tis a powerful charm , Makes me insensible of remorse or pity , Or the least sting of conscience . Lov . I admire The toughness of your nature ...
... tears my threshold , I only think what ' tis to have my daughter Right honourable ; and ' tis a powerful charm , Makes me insensible of remorse or pity , Or the least sting of conscience . Lov . I admire The toughness of your nature ...
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Page 204 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 60 - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 175 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 181 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Page 19 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 25 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 139 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the Sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 22 - Tarry a little ; — there is something else. — This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood ; The words expressly are a pound of flesh : Then take thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh ; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.
Page 19 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Page 75 - Those are Grecian ghosts that in battle were slain, And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes, And glitt'ring temples of their hostile gods...