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Pagina 4
... stithy . Give him heedful note : For I mine eyes will rivet to his face ; And , after , we will both our judgments join To censure of his seeming . HAMLET'S PASSIONATE ADDRESS TO HIS MOTHER . Look here , 4 GUY'S NEW SPEAKER .
... stithy . Give him heedful note : For I mine eyes will rivet to his face ; And , after , we will both our judgments join To censure of his seeming . HAMLET'S PASSIONATE ADDRESS TO HIS MOTHER . Look here , 4 GUY'S NEW SPEAKER .
Pagina 15
... face To be opposed against the jarring winds ? To stand against the deep dread - bolted thunder ; In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick , cross - lightning , to watch ( poor perdu ! ) With this thin helm ? Mine enemy's dog ...
... face To be opposed against the jarring winds ? To stand against the deep dread - bolted thunder ; In the most terrible and nimble stroke Of quick , cross - lightning , to watch ( poor perdu ! ) With this thin helm ? Mine enemy's dog ...
Pagina 17
... face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek , For that which thou hast heard me speak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form , fain , fain deny What I have spoke . But farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt ...
... face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek , For that which thou hast heard me speak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form , fain , fain deny What I have spoke . But farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt ...
Pagina 18
... face of heaven so fine , That all the world will be in love with night , And pay no worship to the garish sun . ROMEO'S FLATTERING DREAM . IF I may trust the flattering truth of sleep , My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : My ...
... face of heaven so fine , That all the world will be in love with night , And pay no worship to the garish sun . ROMEO'S FLATTERING DREAM . IF I may trust the flattering truth of sleep , My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : My ...
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... face of mine , And made no deeper wounds ? -O , flattering glass , Like to my followers in prosperity , Thou dost beguile me ! Was this face the face , That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men ? Was this the face ...
... face of mine , And made no deeper wounds ? -O , flattering glass , Like to my followers in prosperity , Thou dost beguile me ! Was this face the face , That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men ? Was this the face ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 60 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Pagina 356 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Pagina 101 - Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Pagina 298 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid. And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Pagina iv - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pagina 6 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 297 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Pagina 102 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.