The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Bind 1Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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Side 23
... hath he not done rightly , that he hath struck us down to the fiery abyss of the hot hell , bereft us of heaven's kingdom , hath decreed to people it with mankind . That is to me of sorrows the greatest , that Adam who was wrought of ...
... hath he not done rightly , that he hath struck us down to the fiery abyss of the hot hell , bereft us of heaven's kingdom , hath decreed to people it with mankind . That is to me of sorrows the greatest , that Adam who was wrought of ...
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... hath the clasping of these rings this hard polished band , impeded in my course , debarred me from my way . My feet are bound , my hands manacled ; Of these hell doors are the ways obstructed ; so that with aught I can not from these ...
... hath the clasping of these rings this hard polished band , impeded in my course , debarred me from my way . My feet are bound , my hands manacled ; Of these hell doors are the ways obstructed ; so that with aught I can not from these ...
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... hath gladid in God myn helthe . For he hath behulden the mekenesse of his handmayden : for lo for this alle generatiouns schulen seye that I am blessid . For he that is mighti hath don to me grete thingis , and his name is holy . And ...
... hath gladid in God myn helthe . For he hath behulden the mekenesse of his handmayden : for lo for this alle generatiouns schulen seye that I am blessid . For he that is mighti hath don to me grete thingis , and his name is holy . And ...
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... hath been lad Toward his deth , wher as him get no grace , And soch a colour in his face hath had That men might know his face that was bestad Emonges all the faces in that rout ; So standeth Castance , and loketh her about . But the ...
... hath been lad Toward his deth , wher as him get no grace , And soch a colour in his face hath had That men might know his face that was bestad Emonges all the faces in that rout ; So standeth Castance , and loketh her about . But the ...
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... hath hate , and climbing tickleness , Press hath envy , and weal is blents o'er all ; Savour no more than thee behoven shall ; Rede well thyself , that other folk can'st rede , And truth thee shall deliver ' t is no drede.8 Pain thee ...
... hath hate , and climbing tickleness , Press hath envy , and weal is blents o'er all ; Savour no more than thee behoven shall ; Rede well thyself , that other folk can'st rede , And truth thee shall deliver ' t is no drede.8 Pain thee ...
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Side 314 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 310 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Side 476 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Side 496 - Lets in new light through chinks that time has made : Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Side 488 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Side 476 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Side 308 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Side 486 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Side 475 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Side 308 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.