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... doth her voice outring ; Right so Cresseide , when that her dread slent , Opened her heart , and told him her intent . Have ye not seen some time a pale face ( Emong a prus ) of him that hath been lad Toward his deth , wher as him get ...
... doth her voice outring ; Right so Cresseide , when that her dread slent , Opened her heart , and told him her intent . Have ye not seen some time a pale face ( Emong a prus ) of him that hath been lad Toward his deth , wher as him get ...
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... doth a crocke10 with a wall ; Deemeth thyself that deemest other's deed ; And truth thee shall deliver ' t is no drede . That12 thee is sent receive in buxomness ; 13 The wrestling of this world asketh a fall ; Here is no home , here is ...
... doth a crocke10 with a wall ; Deemeth thyself that deemest other's deed ; And truth thee shall deliver ' t is no drede . That12 thee is sent receive in buxomness ; 13 The wrestling of this world asketh a fall ; Here is no home , here is ...
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... astart : 6 If ye be warldly wight , that doth me sike , 7 4 Say . 7 Makes me sigh . 3 Confounded for a little while . 2 Went and came . 6 Fly . 5 Minister . 1 Pleased . Why list God make you so , 68 [ LECT . III . JAMES THE FIRST .
... astart : 6 If ye be warldly wight , that doth me sike , 7 4 Say . 7 Makes me sigh . 3 Confounded for a little while . 2 Went and came . 6 Fly . 5 Minister . 1 Pleased . Why list God make you so , 68 [ LECT . III . JAMES THE FIRST .
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... doth not offend , Though that perforce he must agree To sound such tunes as I intend To sing to them that heareth me ; Then though my songs be somewhat plain , And toucheth some that use to feign , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute and ...
... doth not offend , Though that perforce he must agree To sound such tunes as I intend To sing to them that heareth me ; Then though my songs be somewhat plain , And toucheth some that use to feign , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute and ...
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... so sharp and keen , Bear flowers , we see , full fresh and fair of hue , Poison is also put in medicine , And unto man his health doth oft renew . The fire that all things eke consumeth clean , May 92 [ LECT . IV . SIR THOMAS WYATT .
... so sharp and keen , Bear flowers , we see , full fresh and fair of hue , Poison is also put in medicine , And unto man his health doth oft renew . The fire that all things eke consumeth clean , May 92 [ LECT . IV . SIR THOMAS WYATT .
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.