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Page 51
... thou soft , natural death , that art joint twin To sweetest slumber ! No rough - bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure : the dull owl Beats not against thy casement ; the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion ; pity winds thy corse ...
... thou soft , natural death , that art joint twin To sweetest slumber ! No rough - bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure : the dull owl Beats not against thy casement ; the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion ; pity winds thy corse ...
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... new - made garden and your black - browed wife , And of the trees thou hast so quaintly set , Not one but the displeasant cypress shall Go with thee . To his mistress : PAGAN TONE . Each best day 52 122 SHAKSPERE'S PREDECESSORS .
... new - made garden and your black - browed wife , And of the trees thou hast so quaintly set , Not one but the displeasant cypress shall Go with thee . To his mistress : PAGAN TONE . Each best day 52 122 SHAKSPERE'S PREDECESSORS .
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... thou wilt go with me , And not live here to what thou wouldst not see . She not unnaturally shrinks from suicide . urges : Yet know you not that any being dead Repented them , and would have lived again ? They then their errors saw and ...
... thou wilt go with me , And not live here to what thou wouldst not see . She not unnaturally shrinks from suicide . urges : Yet know you not that any being dead Repented them , and would have lived again ? They then their errors saw and ...
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... thou that I , who saw the face of God , And tasted the eternal joys of heaven , Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting life ? Dreadful was the path to death for those who died Webster's Flamineo cries ...
... thou that I , who saw the face of God , And tasted the eternal joys of heaven , Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting life ? Dreadful was the path to death for those who died Webster's Flamineo cries ...
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... Thou mayst lie chaste now ! it were fine , methinks , To have thee seen at revels , forgetful feasts , And unclean brothels . Tender in Palador's bewilderment : Parthenophil is lost , and I would see him ! For he is like to something I ...
... Thou mayst lie chaste now ! it were fine , methinks , To have thee seen at revels , forgetful feasts , And unclean brothels . Tender in Palador's bewilderment : Parthenophil is lost , and I would see him ! For he is like to something I ...
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Page 57 - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
Page 226 - Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught In chorus or iambic, teachers best Of moral prudence, with delight received In brief sententious precepts, while they treat Of fate, and chance, and change in human life, High actions, and high passions best describing : Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratic, Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece To Macedon and Artaxerxes...
Page 593 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Page 515 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent, To waste long nights in pensive discontent, To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow, To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow, To have thy prince's grace yet want her Peers...
Page 49 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 319 - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace ; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Page 615 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?— Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 388 - How would it have joyed brave Talbot, the terror of the French, to think that after he had lain two hundred years in his tomb, he should triumph again on the stage and have his bones new embalmed with the tears of ten thousand spectators at least (at several times), who, in the tragedian that represents his person, imagine they behold him fresh bleeding...
Page 434 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 49 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...