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... sometimes did in his literary rhapsodies . That was not Professor Winchester's way . He presents us with no tempting tit - bits . He culls no pretty flowers . He does not pick the phrase , but leaves us to find it where it grew ...
... sometimes did in his literary rhapsodies . That was not Professor Winchester's way . He presents us with no tempting tit - bits . He culls no pretty flowers . He does not pick the phrase , but leaves us to find it where it grew ...
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... sometimes degenerated into intrigue . But if it is only with grave reservations that one can commend the brilliant Lord Leicester , it is with admira- tion unqualified that one turns to his nephew , the son of Mary and Henry Sidney ...
... sometimes degenerated into intrigue . But if it is only with grave reservations that one can commend the brilliant Lord Leicester , it is with admira- tion unqualified that one turns to his nephew , the son of Mary and Henry Sidney ...
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... sometimes seems to suffuse for a moment the gracious talk of Viola . It seems as if Shake- speare would not venture to disturb the romantic charm of this play of As You Like It by admitting to it any broad humor whatever ; and while he ...
... sometimes seems to suffuse for a moment the gracious talk of Viola . It seems as if Shake- speare would not venture to disturb the romantic charm of this play of As You Like It by admitting to it any broad humor whatever ; and while he ...
Sida 53
... sometimes then called a feature , but which Audrey , probably for lack of letters , did but poorly appreciate : - TOUCH . Come apace , good Audrey . I will fetch up your goats , Audrey . And how , Audrey , am I the man yet ? Doth my ...
... sometimes then called a feature , but which Audrey , probably for lack of letters , did but poorly appreciate : - TOUCH . Come apace , good Audrey . I will fetch up your goats , Audrey . And how , Audrey , am I the man yet ? Doth my ...
Sida 54
... sometimes said to be the first conditions of happiness in the married life . " What a man mostly wants of a wife , " says Mrs. Poyser , " is to make sure of one fool as'll tell him he's wise . " And then we do not for- get the vein of ...
... sometimes said to be the first conditions of happiness in the married life . " What a man mostly wants of a wife , " says Mrs. Poyser , " is to make sure of one fool as'll tell him he's wise . " And then we do not for- get the vein of ...
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Sida 106 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Sida 47 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Sida 89 - Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Sida 39 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Sida 110 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Sida 325 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Sida 108 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Sida 60 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being taken with the cramp was drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies. Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them. but not for love.
Sida 247 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Sida 89 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch.