An Old Castle and Other EssaysMacmillan, 1922 - Всего страниц: 395 |
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... Sidney was a little past middle life when his young queen appointed him President of the Welsh Marches and sent him ... Mary , both for his own sake and his wife's , he was called to duty at once by Eliza- beth , and both here at Ludlow , and ...
... Sidney was a little past middle life when his young queen appointed him President of the Welsh Marches and sent him ... Mary , both for his own sake and his wife's , he was called to duty at once by Eliza- beth , and both here at Ludlow , and ...
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... Mary Sidney had seen her father , and her brother Guildford , and her dear friend and sister , Lady Jane , all perish together by the headsman's axe . The shadow of that " Black Monday " was never wholly lifted from her life . She was ...
... Mary Sidney had seen her father , and her brother Guildford , and her dear friend and sister , Lady Jane , all perish together by the headsman's axe . The shadow of that " Black Monday " was never wholly lifted from her life . She was ...
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... Mary and Henry Sidney . Who hasn't fashioned in his imagination the picture of Sir Philip Sidney ? Who doesn't know the story - only too short a story - of his life ? There is little of incident in it ; it is only one bright glimpse ...
... Mary and Henry Sidney . Who hasn't fashioned in his imagination the picture of Sir Philip Sidney ? Who doesn't know the story - only too short a story - of his life ? There is little of incident in it ; it is only one bright glimpse ...
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... Sidney's sister , Mary . Like her mother , Mary Sidney was never ambitious to shine in courts or to meddle with the affairs of state , and the records of the historian , therefore , but seldom mention her . But no woman of her age has a ...
... Sidney's sister , Mary . Like her mother , Mary Sidney was never ambitious to shine in courts or to meddle with the affairs of state , and the records of the historian , therefore , but seldom mention her . But no woman of her age has a ...
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... Mary Sidney's son . It was to Mary Sidney , too , that Shakespeare's great compeer , Ben Jonson , dedicated some of his best work , with words of such wise and manly esteem as do credit alike to him and to her . She out- lived her ...
... Mary Sidney's son . It was to Mary Sidney , too , that Shakespeare's great compeer , Ben Jonson , dedicated some of his best work , with words of such wise and manly esteem as do credit alike to him and to her . She out- lived her ...
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Стр. 106 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Стр. 47 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Стр. 89 - Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Стр. 39 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Стр. 110 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Стр. 325 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Стр. 108 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Стр. 60 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being taken with the cramp was drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies. Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them. but not for love.
Стр. 247 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Стр. 89 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch.