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... ( Reader ) were Knowne unto thee , fhed a teare , Or if thyfelfe poffeffe a gemme , As deare to thee , as this to them ; Though a stranger to this place , Bewayle in theirs , thine owne hard cafe For thou perhaps at thy returne Mayeft ...
... ( Reader ) were Knowne unto thee , fhed a teare , Or if thyfelfe poffeffe a gemme , As deare to thee , as this to them ; Though a stranger to this place , Bewayle in theirs , thine owne hard cafe For thou perhaps at thy returne Mayeft ...
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... reader to the ftory of Orpheus , 4 Georg . Virgil ; and the very masterly introduction of it by Pope in his Ode on St. Cecilia's Day . The fame effect is reprefented by Horace as produced by the harps of Sappho and Alcæus , 2 Lib . 13 ...
... reader to the ftory of Orpheus , 4 Georg . Virgil ; and the very masterly introduction of it by Pope in his Ode on St. Cecilia's Day . The fame effect is reprefented by Horace as produced by the harps of Sappho and Alcæus , 2 Lib . 13 ...
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... reader may trace the progress of orthography , together with that of Poetry . Where this prac- tice is not observed , a republication is not merely imperfect but dangerous , as it leads to an infinity of mistakes , and can answer no ...
... reader may trace the progress of orthography , together with that of Poetry . Where this prac- tice is not observed , a republication is not merely imperfect but dangerous , as it leads to an infinity of mistakes , and can answer no ...
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... reader will be amply repaid for his trouble in turning to the paffage in Spenfer , who feems to have put forth all his ftrength to render the picture complete , and it is in delineations of fuch a hue that he peculiarly excells . The ...
... reader will be amply repaid for his trouble in turning to the paffage in Spenfer , who feems to have put forth all his ftrength to render the picture complete , and it is in delineations of fuch a hue that he peculiarly excells . The ...
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... reader a few extracts from our old Hiftorians , relative to the castle of Nottingham , and the capture of Mortimer there . " There was in the caftle of Nottingham ( and at this day is ) , a certaine fecret way or mine cut through a ...
... reader a few extracts from our old Hiftorians , relative to the castle of Nottingham , and the capture of Mortimer there . " There was in the caftle of Nottingham ( and at this day is ) , a certaine fecret way or mine cut through a ...
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Page 107 - Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes : Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.
Page 107 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 162 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 149 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 149 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,— That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Page 60 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.
Page 85 - My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it; Stands and lies by me, does what I have done; This too familiar care does make me rue it: No means I find to rid him from my breast, Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Page 36 - I cannot, I, no, no ! it will not be. This is the cause that I could never yet Hang on their sleeves that weigh, as thou mayst see, A chip of chance more than a pound of wit.
Page 21 - LIKE to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, Or silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flood, Or bubbles which on water stood : Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in and paid to-night.
Page 174 - If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.