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... thee , Oh harp , or is it some passing ghost ? It is the hand of Malvina ! Bring me the harp , son of Alpin . Another song shall rise . My soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers shall hear it in their airy hall . Their dim faces ...
... thee , Oh harp , or is it some passing ghost ? It is the hand of Malvina ! Bring me the harp , son of Alpin . Another song shall rise . My soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers shall hear it in their airy hall . Their dim faces ...
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... thee no harm : ' With that her kerchief off her head she braid , And over his little eyen she it laid , And in her arm she lulleth it full fast , And into th ' heaven her eyen up she cast . ' Mother , quod she , and maiden bright , Mary ...
... thee no harm : ' With that her kerchief off her head she braid , And over his little eyen she it laid , And in her arm she lulleth it full fast , And into th ' heaven her eyen up she cast . ' Mother , quod she , and maiden bright , Mary ...
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... thee spilt ? 1 O mercy , deare Constable ! ( quod she , ) As let my little child dwell here with thee ; And if thou dar'st not saven him from blame , So kiss him one's in his father's name . ' Therewith she looketh backward to the land ...
... thee spilt ? 1 O mercy , deare Constable ! ( quod she , ) As let my little child dwell here with thee ; And if thou dar'st not saven him from blame , So kiss him one's in his father's name . ' Therewith she looketh backward to the land ...
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... thee shall deliver ' t is no drede.8 Pain thee not each croocked to redress In trust of her that turneth as a ball ; Great rest standeth in little baseness ; Beware also to spurn against a nalle ; 9 Strive not as doth a crocke10 with a ...
... thee shall deliver ' t is no drede.8 Pain thee not each croocked to redress In trust of her that turneth as a ball ; Great rest standeth in little baseness ; Beware also to spurn against a nalle ; 9 Strive not as doth a crocke10 with a ...
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... thee ? ' The devil said , ' This question I ask in our collation , - Say where was God , wit ye oucht , Before that heaven and erd was wroucht ? ' St. Serf said , ' In himself steadless His Godhead hampered never was . ' The devil then ...
... thee ? ' The devil said , ' This question I ask in our collation , - Say where was God , wit ye oucht , Before that heaven and erd was wroucht ? ' St. Serf said , ' In himself steadless His Godhead hampered never was . ' The devil then ...
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The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland ..., Volym 1 Abraham Mills Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1851 |
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Sida 210 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Sida 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Sida 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Sida 299 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Sida 310 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Sida 217 - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's...
Sida 477 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Sida 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Sida 390 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company ; and faces are but a gallery of pictures ; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Sida 480 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...