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... truth in this . Mar. Truth in his story ! He must have felt it then , known what it was , And in such wise to rack her gentle heart Had been a tenfold cruelty . Ost . Strange pleasures Do we poor mortals cater for ourselves ! To see him ...
... truth in this . Mar. Truth in his story ! He must have felt it then , known what it was , And in such wise to rack her gentle heart Had been a tenfold cruelty . Ost . Strange pleasures Do we poor mortals cater for ourselves ! To see him ...
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... truth , enough to dazzle and to blind , And he is mine for ever - here he comes . Enter MARMADUKE . Mar. Let us begone and bring her hither ; - here The truth shall be laid open , his guilt proved Before her face . The rest be left to ...
... truth , enough to dazzle and to blind , And he is mine for ever - here he comes . Enter MARMADUKE . Mar. Let us begone and bring her hither ; - here The truth shall be laid open , his guilt proved Before her face . The rest be left to ...
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... truth . Stand by me now ; For rather would I have a nest of vipers Between my breast - plate and my skin , than make Oswald my special enemy , if you Deny me your support . Lacy . But for the motive ? Wal . We have been fooled- Natures ...
... truth . Stand by me now ; For rather would I have a nest of vipers Between my breast - plate and my skin , than make Oswald my special enemy , if you Deny me your support . Lacy . But for the motive ? Wal . We have been fooled- Natures ...
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... truth- [ Addressing them . I see I interrupt you : I shall have business with you , Marmaduke ; Follow me to the Hostel . [ Exit OSWALD . Marmaduke , Idon . This is a happy day . My Father soon Shall sun himself before his native doors ...
... truth- [ Addressing them . I see I interrupt you : I shall have business with you , Marmaduke ; Follow me to the Hostel . [ Exit OSWALD . Marmaduke , Idon . This is a happy day . My Father soon Shall sun himself before his native doors ...
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... truth And innocence , embodied in his looks , His words and tones and gestures , did but serve With me to aggravate his crimes , and heaped Ruin upon the cause for which they pleaded . Then pity crossed the path of my resolve ...
... truth And innocence , embodied in his looks , His words and tones and gestures , did but serve With me to aggravate his crimes , and heaped Ruin upon the cause for which they pleaded . Then pity crossed the path of my resolve ...
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Стр. 351 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 351 - Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all.
Стр. 121 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 121 - Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
Стр. 120 - But oft. in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration...
Стр. 351 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep. And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Стр. 182 - Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Стр. 351 - I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat.
Стр. 121 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold...
Стр. 182 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry ; and these we adore : Plain living and high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause...