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... soul sublime , Who , from the flowing mint of fancy , pours No spurious metal , fused from common ores , But gold , to matchless purity refin'd , And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind ; He whom I feel , but want the power to ...
... soul sublime , Who , from the flowing mint of fancy , pours No spurious metal , fused from common ores , But gold , to matchless purity refin'd , And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind ; He whom I feel , but want the power to ...
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... soul consents not to give sovereignty . " e . , says the critic , to give sovereignty to , & c . To be sure - and , without the insertion , in this instance , of the preposition , the sentence would be nonsense . As it is published by ...
... soul consents not to give sovereignty . " e . , says the critic , to give sovereignty to , & c . To be sure - and , without the insertion , in this instance , of the preposition , the sentence would be nonsense . As it is published by ...
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... soul into the hands of God upon Shakspeare . They are not to be found in those effusions of his muse which issued ... souls . Now , as thou wavest the wizard - rod , are seen The Fays and Elves quick glancing o'er the green : And ...
... soul into the hands of God upon Shakspeare . They are not to be found in those effusions of his muse which issued ... souls . Now , as thou wavest the wizard - rod , are seen The Fays and Elves quick glancing o'er the green : And ...
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... soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which ... souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er1 It ...
... soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which ... souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er1 It ...
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... soul But felt a fever of the mad , and play'd Some tricks of desperation : All , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel , Then all a - fire with me : the king's son , Ferdinand , With hair up - staring ( then ...
... soul But felt a fever of the mad , and play'd Some tricks of desperation : All , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel , Then all a - fire with me : the king's son , Ferdinand , With hair up - staring ( then ...
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Page 175 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 359 - 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...
Page 323 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Page 10 - Yes, trust them not, for there is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Page 31 - Rome Sent forth; or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or, like a Mercury, to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Page 231 - It must not be ; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established : 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example, Will rush into the state : it cannot be.
Page 357 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 358 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 361 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Page 241 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — 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.