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... Jon . 3 . In these lay a gret multitude of syke men , blinde , crokid , and drye . Wiclif . Jon . 5 . A frere there was , a wanton and a mery , A limitour , a ful solemne man , In all the orders foure is non that can So much of ...
... Jon . 3 . In these lay a gret multitude of syke men , blinde , crokid , and drye . Wiclif . Jon . 5 . A frere there was , a wanton and a mery , A limitour , a ful solemne man , In all the orders foure is non that can So much of ...
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... Jons . The Alchemist , 22 . Who tore the lion as the lion tears | the kid . Half on foot , Samson Agon . Half flying behoves him now both oar | and sail . : With flowers fresh their heads bedeckt , The fairies dance in fielde , And ...
... Jons . The Alchemist , 22 . Who tore the lion as the lion tears | the kid . Half on foot , Samson Agon . Half flying behoves him now both oar | and sail . : With flowers fresh their heads bedeckt , The fairies dance in fielde , And ...
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... Jon . Cynthia's Rev. 55 . No airy fowl can take so high a flight- Nor fish can dive so deep in yielding sea- Nor fearful beast can dig his cave so low- As that the air : the earth | or ocean , Should shield them from the gorge of greedy ...
... Jon . Cynthia's Rev. 55 . No airy fowl can take so high a flight- Nor fish can dive so deep in yielding sea- Nor fearful beast can dig his cave so low- As that the air : the earth | or ocean , Should shield them from the gorge of greedy ...
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... Jons . Alchemist , 1. 1 . Where nought but shadowy forms were seen to move , As Idleness fancied in | her dreaming mood . I'd rather hear | : a brazen candlestick turn'd . Thomson . 1 H 4 , 3 , 1 . In the quartos we have can - stick ...
... Jons . Alchemist , 1. 1 . Where nought but shadowy forms were seen to move , As Idleness fancied in | her dreaming mood . I'd rather hear | : a brazen candlestick turn'd . Thomson . 1 H 4 , 3 , 1 . In the quartos we have can - stick ...
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... Jons . Cynthia's Revels , V. 11 . Thus was the building left Ridiculous , and the work : confusion nam'd . And approve The fit rebuke : of so | ridiculous heads ] . P. L. 12 . B. Jons . Cynthia's Revels , V. 1 . Over there may flie no ...
... Jons . Cynthia's Revels , V. 11 . Thus was the building left Ridiculous , and the work : confusion nam'd . And approve The fit rebuke : of so | ridiculous heads ] . P. L. 12 . B. Jons . Cynthia's Revels , V. 1 . Over there may flie no ...
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Page 156 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
Page 125 - The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Page 167 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry, On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 198 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 115 - Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul ; And dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels joined the sound : Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round a holy calm diffusing, . Love of peace and lonely musing, — In hollow murmurs died away.
Page 15 - To his bold riot : dreadful was the din Of hissing through the hall, thick -swarming now With complicated monsters...
Page 233 - Olympian hill I soar, Above the flight of Pegasean wing ! The meaning, not the name, I call ; for thou Nor of the Muses nine, nor on the top Of old Olympus dwell'st ; but...
Page 16 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 170 - WARRIORS and chiefs! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart!
Page 245 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.