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Sida 289 - I had rather be a kitten and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers...
Sida 289 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Sida 59 - I have caused divers of them to be translated unto me, that I might understand them, and surely they savoured of sweet wit and good invention, but skilled not of the goodly ornaments of poetry ; yet were they sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device, which gave good grace and comeliness unto them...
Sida 219 - My grace is sufficient for thee. My strength is made perfect in weakness.
Sida 3 - And Thou, O mighty Lord ! whose ways Are far above our feeble minds To understand, Sustain us in these doleful days, And render light the chain that binds Our fallen land ! Look down upon our dreary state, And through the ages that may still Roll sadly on, Watch thou o'er hapless Erin's fate, And shield at least from darker ill The blood of Conn...
Sida 13 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Sida 267 - Were made a living thing, and wore thy shape ! I saw thee, and the passionate heart of man Entered the breast of the wild, dreaming boy, And from that hour I grew — what to the last I shall be — thine adorer ! Well, this love, Vain, frantic, guilty, if thou wilt, became A fountain of ambition and bright hope ; I thought of tales, that by the winter hearth Old gossips tell — how maidens sprung from kings Have...
Sida 287 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight...
Sida 117 - King, therefore, took occasion to question the Cardinal as to his intentions in building a palace that far surpassed any of the royal palaces in England ; but Wolsey replied, " that he was only trying to form a residence worthy of so great a monarch," and that Hampton Court Palace was the property of King Henry VIII., which
Sida 28 - Tintoret, before we dare to melt in compassion or admiration ? — or the moment we refer to their ancient religious signification and influence, must it be with disdain or with pity ? This, as it appears to me, is to take not a rational, but rather a most irrational as well as a most irreverent view of the question ; it is to confine the pleasure and improvement to be derived from works of art within very narrow bounds ; it is to seal up a fountain of the richest poetry, and to shut out a thousand...