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... eyes ; and in that meagre sketch which has been so much admir- ed , what is there to instruct , to rouse , or to elevate - what light thrown over the duties of this life or the hopes of that to come ? We wish to speak with tenderness of ...
... eyes ; and in that meagre sketch which has been so much admir- ed , what is there to instruct , to rouse , or to elevate - what light thrown over the duties of this life or the hopes of that to come ? We wish to speak with tenderness of ...
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... eyes were startled with the deformities of the " Bard " and the " Elegy in the Coun- try Church - yard ! " Such despicable fooleries are perhaps beneath notice ; but we must not allow the feathers of a Bird of Paradise to be pecked at ...
... eyes were startled with the deformities of the " Bard " and the " Elegy in the Coun- try Church - yard ! " Such despicable fooleries are perhaps beneath notice ; but we must not allow the feathers of a Bird of Paradise to be pecked at ...
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... eyes were uncommon -- and to shew , finally , " what it is ly like mine ! if any thing , rather larger and more prominent ! But the lower part of his face ! and his nose O what an exquisite expression of elegance and sensibility ! He ...
... eyes were uncommon -- and to shew , finally , " what it is ly like mine ! if any thing , rather larger and more prominent ! But the lower part of his face ! and his nose O what an exquisite expression of elegance and sensibility ! He ...
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... eyes is set some spark of the Plan- tagenet . " ་ " Edo . By Earth ! the common Mother of us all ! By Heaven ! and all the moving Orbs thereof ! By this right hand ! and by my Father's sword ! And all the honours ' longing to my crown ...
... eyes is set some spark of the Plan- tagenet . " ་ " Edo . By Earth ! the common Mother of us all ! By Heaven ! and all the moving Orbs thereof ! By this right hand ! and by my Father's sword ! And all the honours ' longing to my crown ...
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Or looking downward , with your eye - lids close , And saying , truly , an't may please your honour , Can get you any ... eyes again ! Never again lift up this drooping head ! O never more ! lift up this dying heart ! Spen . Look up - my ...
Or looking downward , with your eye - lids close , And saying , truly , an't may please your honour , Can get you any ... eyes again ! Never again lift up this drooping head ! O never more ! lift up this dying heart ! Spen . Look up - my ...
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Page 260 - And kill sick people groaning under walls; Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinioned along by my door.
Page 69 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 316 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 419 - That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster...
Page 11 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 481 - He is a great lover and praiser of himself, a contemner and scorner of others, given rather to lose a friend than a jest, jealous of every word and action of those about him (especially after drink, which is one of the elements in which he liveth...
Page 29 - These looks of thine can harbour nought but death: I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Page 29 - They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not.
Page 29 - EDW.: Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep, I never wake: This fear is that which makes me tremble thus; And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? LIGHT.: To rid thee of thy life. — Matrevis, come! Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY K. EDW.: I am too weak and feeble to resist. — Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul!
Page 263 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.