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afterwards amongst appears arms authority bear beauty blood breast brought called cause charge court death desire doth doubt dread Duke Earl early earth edition English expression eyes face fair faith fall father fear flame force Geraldine give gods grace Greeks ground hand hast hath head hear heart Henry hope Italy kind king Lady leave light lines live look Lord LOVER mean mind nature never night Nott nought once original pain pass person pieces plain poem poet present probably Queen rage referred rest seas seek sense sight sometimes sorrow stand supposed Surrey Surrey's sweet tears tell thee thine things Thomas thou thought town unto verse walls wealth whole wind wretched yield youth
Стр. 86 - MARTIAL, the things that do attain The happy life, be these, I find : The riches left, not got with pain ; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind : The equal friend, no grudge, no strife ; No charge of rule, nor governance ; Without disease, the healthful life ; The household of continuance...
Стр. 67 - I know she swore with raging mind, Her kingdom only set apart, There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone so near her heart ; And this was chiefly all her pain ; ' She could not make the like again.
Стр. 276 - And next in order sad, Old Age we found: His beard all hoar, his eyes hollow and blind ; With drooping cheer still poring on the ground, As on the place where nature him...
Стр. 90 - A valiant corpse, where force and beauty met, Happy alas, too happy but for foes, Lived, and ran the race that nature set ; Of manhood's shape where she the mould did lose.
Стр. 48 - Tuscan came my lady's worthy race, Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat, The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs did give her lively heat; Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast, Her sire an earl, her dame of princes' blood; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With king's child, where she tasteth costly food.
Стр. 139 - From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits, And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war, Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threatening the world with high astounding terms, And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
Стр. 276 - By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath; Small keep took he whom fortune frowned on Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown; but as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath.
Стр. 52 - SET me whereas the sun doth parch the green Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice; In temperate heat, where he is felt and seen; In presence prest of people, mad or wise; Set me in high, or yet in low degree; In longest night, or in the shortest day; In clearest sky, or where clouds thickest be; In lusty youth, or when my hairs are grey: Set me in heaven, in earth, or else in hell...