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... round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . GOLDSMITH , Deserted Village . Climb . - Fain would I climb but that I fear to fall . SIR W. RALEIGH , Written on a pane of glass , in Queen ...
... round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . GOLDSMITH , Deserted Village . Climb . - Fain would I climb but that I fear to fall . SIR W. RALEIGH , Written on a pane of glass , in Queen ...
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... round the coral reef .-- TENNYSON , In Memoriam . Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a CREED outworn ; So might I , standing on this pleasant lea , Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising ...
... round the coral reef .-- TENNYSON , In Memoriam . Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a CREED outworn ; So might I , standing on this pleasant lea , Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising ...
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... round about The pendent world . - SHAKESPERE , Measure for Measure . But thousands DIE without or this or that , Die , and endow a college or a cat . - POPE , Moral Essays . But whether on the scaffold high , Or in the battle's van ...
... round about The pendent world . - SHAKESPERE , Measure for Measure . But thousands DIE without or this or that , Die , and endow a college or a cat . - POPE , Moral Essays . But whether on the scaffold high , Or in the battle's van ...
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... round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower , And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind . WORDSWORTH , Sonnets . Faithful .-- So spake the seraph Abdiel , FAITHFUL found Among the faithless ...
... round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower , And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind . WORDSWORTH , Sonnets . Faithful .-- So spake the seraph Abdiel , FAITHFUL found Among the faithless ...
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... round the Cape , if he had to beat there until the Day of Judgment . He was taken at his word , and doomed to beat against head - winds all his days . His sails are believed to have become threadbare , and his ship's sides white with ...
... round the Cape , if he had to beat there until the Day of Judgment . He was taken at his word , and doomed to beat against head - winds all his days . His sails are believed to have become threadbare , and his ship's sides white with ...
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angels bless blows brave breath BUTLER BYRON canto Childe Harold COWPER dark death devil divine Don Juan doth Dream DRYDEN Dunciad earth Essay on Criticism eyes faith fall fame Farewell fear feast fools give GOLDSMITH grave grief Hamlet hath heart heaven hell Henry Henry IV honest honour hope hour Hudibras human Ibid immortal Julius Cæsar King King Lear Lady light live look Lord Love's Macbeth man's Measure for Measure Memoriam Merchant of Venice merry MILTON mind nature Nature's ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers o'er Othello Paradise Lost pleasure poor POPE Queen rhyme Richard Richard III Romeo and Juliet SHAKESPERE sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sweet tale tears TENNYSON thee There's things thou thousand true truth virtue wind wise woman words WORDSWORTH YOUNG youth
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Page 23 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in— glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
Page 74 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is honour? A word. What is that word honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it? He that died o
Page 184 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do: Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 162 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 161 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Page 128 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 171 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Page 105 - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of Man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot ; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 91 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 137 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.