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... heads of intrigue or war , in different states , and from century to century : but there is no thought or feeling that can have entered into the mind of man , which he would be eager to communicate to others , or which they would listen ...
... heads of intrigue or war , in different states , and from century to century : but there is no thought or feeling that can have entered into the mind of man , which he would be eager to communicate to others , or which they would listen ...
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... heads , who are to wipe all tears from his eyes ! The writer's genius , though not " dipped in dews of Castalie , " was baptised with the Holy Spirit and with fire . The prints in this book are no small part of it . If the confinement ...
... heads , who are to wipe all tears from his eyes ! The writer's genius , though not " dipped in dews of Castalie , " was baptised with the Holy Spirit and with fire . The prints in this book are no small part of it . If the confinement ...
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... head ; the fox peeps out of the ruined tower ; the thistle waves its beard to the wandering gale ; and the strings of his harp seem , as the hand of age , as the tale of other times , passes over them , to sigh and rustle like the dry ...
... head ; the fox peeps out of the ruined tower ; the thistle waves its beard to the wandering gale ; and the strings of his harp seem , as the hand of age , as the tale of other times , passes over them , to sigh and rustle like the dry ...
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... That wanton lady with her lover lose , Whose sleepie head she in her lap did soft dispose . * Taken from Tasso . † Spenser's Poems , ed . Morris , pp . 152-3 . - ED . Upon a bed of Roses she was laid As faint 48 On Chaucer and Spenser .
... That wanton lady with her lover lose , Whose sleepie head she in her lap did soft dispose . * Taken from Tasso . † Spenser's Poems , ed . Morris , pp . 152-3 . - ED . Upon a bed of Roses she was laid As faint 48 On Chaucer and Spenser .
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... head an yvie girland had , From under which fast trickled downe the sweat : Still as he rode , he somewhat still did eat . And in his hand did beare a bouzing can , Of which he supt so oft , that on his seat His dronken corse he scarce ...
... head an yvie girland had , From under which fast trickled downe the sweat : Still as he rode , he somewhat still did eat . And in his hand did beare a bouzing can , Of which he supt so oft , that on his seat His dronken corse he scarce ...
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Sida 14 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Sida 133 - The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Sida 84 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Sida 124 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store: Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding and no wit, Receives no praise; but though her lot be such, (Toilsome and indigent) she renders much; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true — A truth the brilliant...
Sida 152 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Sida 103 - ... In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half -hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas ! how changed from him, That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim ! Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove, The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love ; Or just as gay at council, in a ring...
Sida 13 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair, Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir, As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors : Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Sida 48 - To th' instruments divine respondence meet The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmur of the water's fall ; The water's fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
Sida 222 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Sida 124 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.