Belgravia: A London Magazine, Volume 79

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Chatto and Windus, 1892

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Pagina 359 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pagina 361 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Pagina 150 - O God! that horrid, horrid dream Besets me now, awake; Again, again, with dizzy brain, The human life I take; And my red right hand grows raging hot, Like Cranmer's at the stake. "And still no peace for the restless clay, Will wave or mould allow; The horrid thing pursues my soul, — It stands before me now ! " The fearful boy looked up, and saw Huge drops upon his brow.
Pagina 358 - The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Pagina 137 - In her was youth, beauty, with humble port, Bounty, richesse, and womanly feature ; God better knows than my pen can report, Wisdom, largesse,* estate, f and cunning \ sure, In every point so guided her measure, In word, in deed, in shape, in countenance, That nature might no more her child advance.
Pagina 136 - Only through letting of my eyen fall, That suddenly my heart became her thrall, For ever of free will, — for of menace There was no token in her sweete face.
Pagina 336 - Oh, dreadful is the check — intense the agony When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again, The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain.
Pagina 136 - Of lovis use, now soft, now loud among, That all the gardens and the wallis rung Right of their song.
Pagina 135 - Now was there made, fast by the towris wall, A garden fair; and in the corners set Ane arbour green, with wandis long and small...

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