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Стр. 257 - the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, 1
Стр. 91 - murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : ... Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee
Стр. 148 - Almighty and everlasting God, who hatest nothing that Thou hast made, and dost forgive the sins of all them that are penitent ; Create and make in us new and contrite hearts, that we worthily lamenting our sins, and acknowledging our wretchedness, may obtain of Thee, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness.
Стр. 101 - 1 Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest
Стр. 93 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead : nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king, ... so loving to my mother That he might not
Стр. 284 - mouth went a sharp two edged sword : and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength. "And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead." 1 When Milton was arranging his celestial show, he did not fall as dead. But if
Стр. 232 - doth day appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate one jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou
Стр. 267 - of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue, she alone is free : She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her." 1 Ought I to have pointed out the awkwardnesses, strangenesses, exaggerated expressions, the inheritance of the
Стр. 245 - midday beam; purging and unsealing her long-abused sight at the fountain itself of heavenly radiance ; while the whole noise of timorous and flocking birds, with those also that love the twilight, flutter about, amazed at what she means, and in their envious gabble would prognosticate a year of sects and schisms.
Стр. 86 - the sentence of the tribune : " Cor. You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose love I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you. . . . Despising, For you, the city, thus I turn my back : There is a world elsewhere.