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... Night's Dream The Merchant of Venice King John : The Grief of Constance for the Loss of her --- son Arthur Richard II . Henry IV . Henry V .: : - Henry V. and the Lord Chief Justice Description of Night in a Camp The Commonwealth of ...
... Night's Dream The Merchant of Venice King John : The Grief of Constance for the Loss of her --- son Arthur Richard II . Henry IV . Henry V .: : - Henry V. and the Lord Chief Justice Description of Night in a Camp The Commonwealth of ...
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... night . He shakes with cold - you stir the fire and strive To make a blaze — that's roasting him alive . Serve him with venison , and he chooses fish ; With sole - that's just the sort he does not wish . He takes what he at first ...
... night . He shakes with cold - you stir the fire and strive To make a blaze — that's roasting him alive . Serve him with venison , and he chooses fish ; With sole - that's just the sort he does not wish . He takes what he at first ...
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... , and one The livelong night ; nor these alone , whose notes Nice - finger'd Art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles , screaming loud , The jay 10 COWPER . Rural Sounds.
... , and one The livelong night ; nor these alone , whose notes Nice - finger'd Art must emulate in vain , But cawing rooks , and kites that swim sublime In still repeated circles , screaming loud , The jay 10 COWPER . Rural Sounds.
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... night was winter in his roughest mood , The morning sharp and clear . But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills , And where the woods fence off the northern blast , The season smiles , resigning all its rage , And has ...
... night was winter in his roughest mood , The morning sharp and clear . But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills , And where the woods fence off the northern blast , The season smiles , resigning all its rage , And has ...
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... night succeeds , A soften'd shade , and saturated earth Awaits the morning beam , to give to light , Rais'd through ten thousand diff'rent plastic tubes , The balmy treasures of the former day . SHADE IN SUMMER . Welcome , ye shades ...
... night succeeds , A soften'd shade , and saturated earth Awaits the morning beam , to give to light , Rais'd through ten thousand diff'rent plastic tubes , The balmy treasures of the former day . SHADE IN SUMMER . Welcome , ye shades ...
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Стр. 79 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Стр. 98 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Стр. 75 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Стр. 84 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Стр. 47 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Стр. 114 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Стр. 63 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Стр. 82 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy...
Стр. 100 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Стр. 82 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate.