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Pagina 150 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; All adoration, duty and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance ; — And so am I for Phebe.
Pagina 83 - That thence the Royal actor borne The tragic scaffold might adorn : While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right ; But bow'd his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Pagina 82 - Sheba was never More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue, Than this pure soul shall be : all princely graces, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her : She shall be lov'd and fear'd : Her own shall bless her ; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow : Good grows with her: 32 SHAKESPEARE AND THE BIBLE.
Pagina 83 - And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Pagina 146 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Pagina 27 - No more firing was heard at Brussels — the pursuit rolled miles away. Darkness came down on the field and city : and Amelia was praying for George, who was lying on his face, dead, with a bullet through his heart.
Pagina 614 - The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. I have read all Mrs Radcliffe's works, and most of them with great pleasure. The 'Mysteries of Udolpho,' when I had once begun it, I could not lay down again ; I remember finishing it in two days, my hair standing on end the whole time.
Pagina 112 - Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to...