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... round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds , scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . 115 Shaks .: Jul . Cæsar . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Shaks .: Richard III . Act i . Sc . 3 . They that stand high , have ...
... round , He then unto the ladder turns his back , Looks in the clouds , scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend . 115 Shaks .: Jul . Cæsar . Act ii . Sc . 1 . Shaks .: Richard III . Act i . Sc . 3 . They that stand high , have ...
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... rounded Peter's dome , And groined the aisles of Christian Rome , Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; - The conscious stone to beauty grew . 211 Emerson : The Problem . Line ...
... rounded Peter's dome , And groined the aisles of Christian Rome , Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; - The conscious stone to beauty grew . 211 Emerson : The Problem . Line ...
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... round her precious gifts is flinging ; Lo ! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled : The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing . 228 AURORA BOREALIS . Ruskin : The Months . The amber midnight smiles in dreams of dawn . 229 ...
... round her precious gifts is flinging ; Lo ! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled : The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing . 228 AURORA BOREALIS . Ruskin : The Months . The amber midnight smiles in dreams of dawn . 229 ...
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... round from place to place ; Here is a vista , there the doors unfold , Balconies here are balustred with gold ; Then counts the rounds and ovals in the halls , The festoons , friezes , and the astragals : Tired with his tedious pomp ...
... round from place to place ; Here is a vista , there the doors unfold , Balconies here are balustred with gold ; Then counts the rounds and ovals in the halls , The festoons , friezes , and the astragals : Tired with his tedious pomp ...
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... round the thatch - eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees , And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core . 254 Keats : To Autumn . Divinest autumn ! who may paint thee best , Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe ...
... round the thatch - eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees , And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core . 254 Keats : To Autumn . Divinest autumn ! who may paint thee best , Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe ...
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Page 619 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 287 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 6 - 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 honors 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 339 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 525 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 110 - 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 364 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 551 - To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
Page 48 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Page 488 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...