English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
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... thee I crye and wail . My God , my Lorde , my louely Lorde aloane , To thee I call , to thee I make my moane . And thou ( good God ) vouchsafe in gree to take This woeful plaint , Wherein I faint , Oh heare me then for thy great mercies ...
... thee I crye and wail . My God , my Lorde , my louely Lorde aloane , To thee I call , to thee I make my moane . And thou ( good God ) vouchsafe in gree to take This woeful plaint , Wherein I faint , Oh heare me then for thy great mercies ...
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... thee my fyll . For thee I watche , for thee I prye and pore . My Soule for thee attendeth euermore . My Soule doth thyrst to take of thee a taste , My Soule desires with thee for to bee plaste . And to thy worde ( which can no man ...
... thee my fyll . For thee I watche , for thee I prye and pore . My Soule for thee attendeth euermore . My Soule doth thyrst to take of thee a taste , My Soule desires with thee for to bee plaste . And to thy worde ( which can no man ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... thee to heaven or to hell ! SCENE II . Enter Lady Macbeth . Lady . That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold ; What hath quenched them , hath given me fire . Hark ! Peace ! It was the owl that shrieked , the fatal bellman ...
... thee to heaven or to hell ! SCENE II . Enter Lady Macbeth . Lady . That which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold ; What hath quenched them , hath given me fire . Hark ! Peace ! It was the owl that shrieked , the fatal bellman ...
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... thee , But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds , Yet execute thy wrath on me alone : O , spare my guiltless wife , and my poor children ! - I pray thee , gentle keeper , stay by me ; My soul is heavy , and I fain would sleep . SHAKSPERE ...
... thee , But thou wilt be avenged on my misdeeds , Yet execute thy wrath on me alone : O , spare my guiltless wife , and my poor children ! - I pray thee , gentle keeper , stay by me ; My soul is heavy , and I fain would sleep . SHAKSPERE ...
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Page 27 - They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch, On duty sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their General's voice they soon obeyed Innumerable.
Page 25 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Page 20 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done Look on't again I dare not.
Page 55 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 58 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 29 - Commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower : his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than Arch-Angel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Page 23 - With that grim ferryman, which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud,— What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 25 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Page 18 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Page 41 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was...