The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Sketches, and a Rapid View of the Characteristic Attributes of EachA. & C. Black, 1850 - Всего страниц: 544 |
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... thine own Richard's Despair 106 eye 131 York's Contrast of Bolingbroke and Richard The Voice of the Dying 131 107 A Good Conscience 131 From Second Part of Henry IV.- Henry's Soliloquy on Sleep From Richard III . - Clarence's Dream 109 ...
... thine own Richard's Despair 106 eye 131 York's Contrast of Bolingbroke and Richard The Voice of the Dying 131 107 A Good Conscience 131 From Second Part of Henry IV.- Henry's Soliloquy on Sleep From Richard III . - Clarence's Dream 109 ...
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... thine to - morrow . Be blythe in heart for ony aventùre ; For with wysane1 it hath been said aforrow , 5 Without gladness availeth no treasure . Mak the gude cheer of it that God thee sends ; For warld's wrack but weilfare nought avails ...
... thine to - morrow . Be blythe in heart for ony aventùre ; For with wysane1 it hath been said aforrow , 5 Without gladness availeth no treasure . Mak the gude cheer of it that God thee sends ; For warld's wrack but weilfare nought avails ...
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... thine subdue : There shall a lion from the sea - bord wood Of Neustria come roaring , with a crew Of hungry whelps , his bataillous bold brood , Whose claws were newly dipt in curdled blood , That from the Daniske tyrant's head shall ...
... thine subdue : There shall a lion from the sea - bord wood Of Neustria come roaring , with a crew Of hungry whelps , his bataillous bold brood , Whose claws were newly dipt in curdled blood , That from the Daniske tyrant's head shall ...
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... thine eye . What , weep'st thou ? - ' tis too late . Despair ! -Farewell . Fools that will laugh on earth must weep in hell . Enter the Good and Bad Angels . G. Ang . Oh , Faustus , if thou hadst given ear to me , Innumerable joys had ...
... thine eye . What , weep'st thou ? - ' tis too late . Despair ! -Farewell . Fools that will laugh on earth must weep in hell . Enter the Good and Bad Angels . G. Ang . Oh , Faustus , if thou hadst given ear to me , Innumerable joys had ...
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... thine , or his . Ang . We are sent To give thee , from our royal master , thanks ; Only to herald thee into his sight , Not pay thee . Rosse . And , for an earnest of a greater honour , He bade me , from him , call thee Thane of Cawdor ...
... thine , or his . Ang . We are sent To give thee , from our royal master , thanks ; Only to herald thee into his sight , Not pay thee . Rosse . And , for an earnest of a greater honour , He bade me , from him , call thee Thane of Cawdor ...
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Стр. 114 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Стр. 522 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
Стр. 103 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Стр. 114 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Стр. 103 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Стр. 186 - Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Стр. 365 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Стр. 174 - For, if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould...
Стр. 242 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Стр. 200 - Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.