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... face ( Emong a prus ) of him that hath been lad Toward his deth , wher as him get no grace , And soch a colour in his face hath had That men might know his face that was bestad Emonges all the faces in that rout ; So standeth Custance ...
... face ( Emong a prus ) of him that hath been lad Toward his deth , wher as him get no grace , And soch a colour in his face hath had That men might know his face that was bestad Emonges all the faces in that rout ; So standeth Custance ...
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... face The fourthe day toward the ship she went ; But natheless , 3 she tak'th in good intent The will of Christ , and kneeling on the strond , She saide , Lord , aye welcome be thy sond.4 C ' He that me kepte from the false blame , While ...
... face The fourthe day toward the ship she went ; But natheless , 3 she tak'th in good intent The will of Christ , and kneeling on the strond , She saide , Lord , aye welcome be thy sond.4 C ' He that me kepte from the false blame , While ...
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... face . And in my head I drew right hastily , And eftesoons I leant it out again , And saw her walk that very womanly , With no wight mo ' , but only women twain . Then gan I study in myself , and sayn , 4 ' Ah , sweet ! are ye a worldly ...
... face . And in my head I drew right hastily , And eftesoons I leant it out again , And saw her walk that very womanly , With no wight mo ' , but only women twain . Then gan I study in myself , and sayn , 4 ' Ah , sweet ! are ye a worldly ...
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... face , as white as any snaw , 4 A kind of precious stone . 2 Wretched . 3 Inlaid like fretwork . 5 Glittering . 6 A kind of lily . It is conjectured that the royal poet may here allude covertly to the name of his mistress , which , in ...
... face , as white as any snaw , 4 A kind of precious stone . 2 Wretched . 3 Inlaid like fretwork . 5 Glittering . 6 A kind of lily . It is conjectured that the royal poet may here allude covertly to the name of his mistress , which , in ...
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... faces ; And backbiters in secret places , To lee that had delight ; And rouners of fals lesings , Alas ! that courts of noble kings Of them can never be quit . Next him in Dance came Covetice , Root of all evil and grund of vice , That ...
... faces ; And backbiters in secret places , To lee that had delight ; And rouners of fals lesings , Alas ! that courts of noble kings Of them can never be quit . Next him in Dance came Covetice , Root of all evil and grund of vice , That ...
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Стр. 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 302 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Стр. 311 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Стр. 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Стр. 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Стр. 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Стр. 303 - 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 coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Стр. 304 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Стр. 307 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Стр. 305 - She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.