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Sida 293 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade; Die to themselves.
Sida 346 - The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam. And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand. And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came down and hid the land — And never home came she. "Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair — A tress o...
Sida 277 - Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Sida 294 - I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose...
Sida 91 - Night is the time for toil : To plough the classic field, Intent to find the buried spoil Its wealthy furrows yield, Till all is ours that sages taught, That poets sang, or heroes wrought. Night is the time to weep : To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years ; Hopes, that were angels at their birth, But died when young, like things of earth.
Sida 293 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Sida 277 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill...
Sida 277 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : The city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky, ' All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep...
Sida 282 - London, six oxen were daily eaten at a breakfast ; and every tavern was full of his meat; and who had any acquaintance in his family, should have as much boiled and roast as he could carry on a long dagger.
Sida 294 - To a homeless man, who has no spot on this wide world which he can truly call his own, there is a momentary feeling of something like independence and territorial consequence, when, after a weary day's travel, he kicks off his boots, thrusts...