The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, المجلد 1Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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الصفحة 88
... looks that tigers could but rue , Where each of us did plead the other's right . The palm - play , where , despoiled for the game , With dazed eyes oft we by gleams of love , Have missed the ball and got sight of our dame , To bait her ...
... looks that tigers could but rue , Where each of us did plead the other's right . The palm - play , where , despoiled for the game , With dazed eyes oft we by gleams of love , Have missed the ball and got sight of our dame , To bait her ...
الصفحة 94
... look What should I do but set cock on the hoop ? What do I care if all the world me fail , I will have a garment reach to my tail . Then I am a minion , for I wear the new guise , The next year after I hope to be wise- Not only in ...
... look What should I do but set cock on the hoop ? What do I care if all the world me fail , I will have a garment reach to my tail . Then I am a minion , for I wear the new guise , The next year after I hope to be wise- Not only in ...
الصفحة 95
... looks Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other books To read or look upon . In each of her two crystal eyes Smileth a naked boy : It would you all in heart suffice To see that lamp of joy . I think nature hath lost the mold ...
... looks Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other books To read or look upon . In each of her two crystal eyes Smileth a naked boy : It would you all in heart suffice To see that lamp of joy . I think nature hath lost the mold ...
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... look what this sudden shot should mean , as though he knew nothing of the matter . They thereupon , looking out of the windows into Thames , returned again and showed him , that it seemed to them there should be some noblemen and ...
... look what this sudden shot should mean , as though he knew nothing of the matter . They thereupon , looking out of the windows into Thames , returned again and showed him , that it seemed to them there should be some noblemen and ...
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... looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . Next , saw we Dread , all trembling how he shook , With foot uncertain , proffer'd here and there ; Benumb'd with speech , and with a ghastly look , Searched ...
... looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . Next , saw we Dread , all trembling how he shook , With foot uncertain , proffer'd here and there ; Benumb'd with speech , and with a ghastly look , Searched ...
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...