Prison Books and Their AuthorsW. Tegg, 1861 - 357 sidor |
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Æneid againſt alfo almoſt alſo anſwer beauty becauſe beſt bleffed Boëthius breaſt Bunyan cauſe Cervantes Chriſtian courſe death defire Don Quixote doth Engliſh eyes faid faith fame fatire fays feemed fentence fervice feven fhall fhow fing firſt fome fong foon forrow foul ftill ftrength fubject fuch fuffering fure greateſt hath heart himſelf hiſtory honour houſe itſelf John Bunyan laft laſt Leigh Hunt liberty live Lord Lovelace maſter mind moft moſt mufic muſt myſelf never night noble paffage paffed perfecution perfon philofopher pleaſant pleaſure poem poet poetry praiſe preſent priſon publiſhed puniſhment Purgatory of Suicides queſtion raiſe Raleigh reſpect Richard Lovelace Robert Southwell ſaid ſay ſcarcely ſee ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome Southwell Spain ſpeak ſpirit ſtate ſtill ſtrong ſuch Surrey ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand uſed verſe whofe whoſe wife
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Sida 73 - Under a star-y-pointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument.
Sida 104 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Sida 48 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Sida 178 - I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair ; If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be...
Sida 204 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Sida 25 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Sida 119 - We have left it flourishing in the middle of the field, having rooted up, or cut down, all that kept it from the eyes and admiration of the world: but after some continuance it shall begin to lose the beauty it had; the storms of ambition shall beat her great boughs and branches one against another; her leaves shall fall off, her limbs wither, and a rabble of barbarous nations enter the field and cut her down.
Sida 147 - ... not with rage, While fury's flame doth burn ; It is in vain to stop the stream, Until the tide doth turn. But when the flame is out, And ebbing wrath doth end, I turn a late enraged foe Into a quiet friend.
Sida 102 - Then being asked which way he would lay himself on the block, he answered, " So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lies.
Sida 331 - The Count my lover is brave as brave can be; He surely would do wondrous things to show his love of me; King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine; I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine.