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... beauty's field , Thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , Will be a tatter'd weed , of small worth held . Sh . Rom.v. 1 . Of no distemper , of no blast he died , But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long , Even wonder'd at ...
... beauty's field , Thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , Will be a tatter'd weed , of small worth held . Sh . Rom.v. 1 . Of no distemper , of no blast he died , But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long , Even wonder'd at ...
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... beauty . What toil did honest Curio take , What strict inquiries did he make , To get one medal wanting yet , And perfect all the Roman set ! Pope . Shak . Marmion , Antiq . ' T is found ! and oh ! his happy lot ! ' T is bought , locked ...
... beauty . What toil did honest Curio take , What strict inquiries did he make , To get one medal wanting yet , And perfect all the Roman set ! Pope . Shak . Marmion , Antiq . ' T is found ! and oh ! his happy lot ! ' T is bought , locked ...
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... beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face . Thrice happy time , Best portion of the various year , in which Nature rejoiceth , smiling on her works , Lovely , to full perfection wrought . ' Tis past ! no more the Summer ...
... beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face . Thrice happy time , Best portion of the various year , in which Nature rejoiceth , smiling on her works , Lovely , to full perfection wrought . ' Tis past ! no more the Summer ...
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... a wart is richer . Sh . Troil . 1. 2 . It has no bush below ; Marry a little wool , as much as an unripe Peach doth wear : Just enough to speak him drawing towards a man . Suckling , Goblins . BEARD - BEAUTY . 39 BEARD - continued . His.
... a wart is richer . Sh . Troil . 1. 2 . It has no bush below ; Marry a little wool , as much as an unripe Peach doth wear : Just enough to speak him drawing towards a man . Suckling , Goblins . BEARD - BEAUTY . 39 BEARD - continued . His.
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... BEAUTY - see Loveliness , Merit , Ornament . And that same glorious beauty's idle boast , Is but a bait , such wretches to beguile . Spenser . Her looks were like beams of the morning sun ... BEAUTY . BEAUTY - continued O , she doth.
... BEAUTY - see Loveliness , Merit , Ornament . And that same glorious beauty's idle boast , Is but a bait , such wretches to beguile . Spenser . Her looks were like beams of the morning sun ... BEAUTY . BEAUTY - continued O , she doth.
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Aaron Hill Absalom and Achitophel Addison bear beauty Ben Jonson bliss brave breast breath bright Butler Byron charms Churchill clouds Cowper Crabbe death deeds doth dream Dryden earth Ebenezer Elliott Eliza Cook eternal eyes Fable fair fame fate fear flowers fools fortune Giaour give glory Goldsmith grace grave grief happy hast hate hath heart heaven Herrick honour hope hour Hudibras human Joanna Baillie John Johnson king Lalla Rookh live look Lord lover Macb man's Milton mind Moore nature ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace Pindar pleasure Pope praise rich Rosciad shine Siege of Corinth sigh sleep smile Sophonisba sorrow soul spirit sweet tears thee There's thine things Thomson thou art thought tongue truth VIII virtue wind wise words wretch Young youth
Popular passages
Page 452 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 395 - I'll read, his for his love,' XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green ; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy : Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Page 337 - Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 269 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 188 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 164 - This England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, if England to itself do rest but true.
Page 121 - 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...
Page 129 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 270 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Page 494 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.