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Page 21 - IDS. 6d. Vol. III. The Sacred Books of China. The Texts of Confucianism. Translated by James Legge. Part I. The Shu King, The Religious portions of the Shih King, and The Hsiao King.
Page 294 - Each cast at the other, as when two black clouds With heaven's artillery fraught, come rattling on Over the Caspian, then stand front to front Hovering a space, till winds the signal blow To join their dark encounter in mid air...
Page 72 - By Heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities: — But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship ! Wor.
Page 480 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 408 - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Page 35 - Alas ! how is't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy. And with th' incorporal air do -hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep ; And, as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm, Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements, Start up, and stand on end.
Page 458 - They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips. Selah. 4 Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.
Page 481 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.