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Page 41
... called Jove's tree , when it drops forth such fruit . Cel . Give me audience , good madam . Ros . Proceed . Cel . There lay he , stretched along , like a wounded knight . Ros . Though it be pity to see such a SHAKESPEARE 41.
... called Jove's tree , when it drops forth such fruit . Cel . Give me audience , good madam . Ros . Proceed . Cel . There lay he , stretched along , like a wounded knight . Ros . Though it be pity to see such a SHAKESPEARE 41.
Page 91
... has elsewhere noted , the visible part of the moon shows in the so - called seas what appears to be proof that there have been collisions with falling bodies large enough to melt the lunar rocks over areas SHALER 91 성.
... has elsewhere noted , the visible part of the moon shows in the so - called seas what appears to be proof that there have been collisions with falling bodies large enough to melt the lunar rocks over areas SHALER 91 성.
Page 92
... called lunar seas . Moreover , the demonstrated continuity of life on all the continents from an early stage of the earth's development is proof that the delicate adjustment of its tempera- ture has not been disturbed . The fall of a ...
... called lunar seas . Moreover , the demonstrated continuity of life on all the continents from an early stage of the earth's development is proof that the delicate adjustment of its tempera- ture has not been disturbed . The fall of a ...
Page 94
... called fine arts ; we lost in part the ancient mode of expression of it through literature , sculpture , and painting . This loss seems to have been no more than the diver- sion of an ever - gathering stream into ways that led to an ...
... called fine arts ; we lost in part the ancient mode of expression of it through literature , sculpture , and painting . This loss seems to have been no more than the diver- sion of an ever - gathering stream into ways that led to an ...
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... called the most successful comedy of manners in the English language . Both this and " The Rivals " are still favorites on the stage . As a member of Parliament Sheridan made several brilliant speeches , which became famous . He is ...
... called the most successful comedy of manners in the English language . Both this and " The Rivals " are still favorites on the stage . As a member of Parliament Sheridan made several brilliant speeches , which became famous . He is ...
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Page 119 - 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 109 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven!
Page 62 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 118 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Page 133 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Page 121 - The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 126 - I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone. And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee!
Page 56 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 11 - Stain my man's cheeks ! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not, but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Page 125 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.