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Page xxiii
... soul , becomes in a few years a mere ideal , only commendable as it expresses universal beauty or absolute goodness . Only the painter's or the poet's art is really perpetuated . All - but the mind - either perishes in time , or ...
... soul , becomes in a few years a mere ideal , only commendable as it expresses universal beauty or absolute goodness . Only the painter's or the poet's art is really perpetuated . All - but the mind - either perishes in time , or ...
Page lii
... soul . It is good to be dependent , where the dependency grows out of natural relation , or constituted order . But to sue for dependence ; -to court the bondage of obligation , as it is a sore evil for any man , so for the highly ...
... soul . It is good to be dependent , where the dependency grows out of natural relation , or constituted order . But to sue for dependence ; -to court the bondage of obligation , as it is a sore evil for any man , so for the highly ...
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... soul , as thought Pythagoras , Could into any of our actors pass , ) Life to these lines by action gladly give , Whose pen so well has made his story live . THO . MAY . UPON MR . MASSINGER HIS " ROMAN ACTOR . " To write is grown so ...
... soul , as thought Pythagoras , Could into any of our actors pass , ) Life to these lines by action gladly give , Whose pen so well has made his story live . THO . MAY . UPON MR . MASSINGER HIS " ROMAN ACTOR . " To write is grown so ...
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... soul , Making it foul like hers , Oh ! the example- Theoph . Eats through Cæsarea's heart like liquid poison . Have ... souls , May - games to those of mine ; has this my hand Set down a Christian's execution In such dire postures , that ...
... soul , Making it foul like hers , Oh ! the example- Theoph . Eats through Cæsarea's heart like liquid poison . Have ... souls , May - games to those of mine ; has this my hand Set down a Christian's execution In such dire postures , that ...
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... soul climbs up To an eternal habitation . Theoph . Cæsar's imperial daughter ! hear me speak . Let not this Christian thing , in this her pageantry Of proud deriding both our gods and Cæsar , Build to herself a kingdom in her death ...
... soul climbs up To an eternal habitation . Theoph . Cæsar's imperial daughter ! hear me speak . Let not this Christian thing , in this her pageantry Of proud deriding both our gods and Cæsar , Build to herself a kingdom in her death ...
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Page xxv - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Page li - The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
Page lvi - Amid the groves, under the shadowy hills, The generations are prepared ; the pangs, The internal pangs, are ready ; the dread strife Of poor humanity's afflicted will Struggling in vain with ruthless destiny.
Page 37 - A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths ; there damned souls Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold...
Page 7 - No, my dear lady ; I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks I'm singing with some quire in heaven, So blest I hold me in your company...
Page xli - Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question, and are most tyrannically clapped for 't: these are now the fashion, and so berattle the common stages (so they call them) that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills, and dare scarce come thither.
Page 191 - When did she flourish so, as when she was The mistress of the ocean, her navies Putting a girdle round about the world ? When the Iberian quaked, her worthies named; And the fair flower-de-luce grew pale, set by The red rose and the white...
Page 292 - Furn. No matter whom : yet, now I think on it, I am angry with my lady. Watch. Heaven forbid, man ! Ord. What cause has she given thee ? Furn. Cause enough, master steward. I was entertained by her to please her palate, And, till she forswore eating, I perform'd it. Now, since our master, noble Allworth, died...
Page 304 - But I'll make it no wonder ; And what is more, unfold my nature to you. We worldly men, when we see friends and kinsmen, Past hope sunk in their fortunes, lend no hand To lift them up, but rather set our feet Upon their heads, to press them to the bottom...
Page 328 - Compar'd with thee, are shadows, thou the substance And guardian of felicity. No marvel, My brother made thy place of rest his bosom, Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistress To be hugg'd ever. In by-corners of This sacred room, silver, in bags heap'd up, Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire, Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold, That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no artificial light, the splendour Makes a perpetual day there, night and darkness By that still-burning...