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... tell thee a tale , my Jessie dear , It is a fearful tale ! I learned it in my dreams yestreen , — Nay , do not grow so pale . Come laugh now , and I'll tell it thee , But if thou look'st so white , I'll think the vision shades are real ...
... tell thee a tale , my Jessie dear , It is a fearful tale ! I learned it in my dreams yestreen , — Nay , do not grow so pale . Come laugh now , and I'll tell it thee , But if thou look'st so white , I'll think the vision shades are real ...
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... tell Lady Coke that he could do nothing for her . He announced to both the families that he was desirous to promote ... tells us , seemed to smile about the old house , - " the fire , the wine , the men . " The spectacle of the ...
... tell Lady Coke that he could do nothing for her . He announced to both the families that he was desirous to promote ... tells us , seemed to smile about the old house , - " the fire , the wine , the men . " The spectacle of the ...
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... tells Fate's stayless step is echoed there . Yon beauteous orb , so calm and pure , Was there a thousand years ago ... tell thee what , my friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; -- And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He ...
... tells Fate's stayless step is echoed there . Yon beauteous orb , so calm and pure , Was there a thousand years ago ... tell thee what , my friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; -- And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He ...
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... Tell me " -she continued , as Charles gazed on her in evident compassion , " tell me , your majesty - for in the seclusion of these chambers I have learned but little of the affairs of courts - is it true that you are come into Italy ...
... Tell me " -she continued , as Charles gazed on her in evident compassion , " tell me , your majesty - for in the seclusion of these chambers I have learned but little of the affairs of courts - is it true that you are come into Italy ...
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... tell us of their import : even ill tidings fall less harshly from thy lips - and alas ! all tidings are now ill - for Milan . But I forget me ― let the varlets bring lights — without there ! " and his summons was speedily answered by ...
... tell us of their import : even ill tidings fall less harshly from thy lips - and alas ! all tidings are now ill - for Milan . But I forget me ― let the varlets bring lights — without there ! " and his summons was speedily answered by ...
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Seite 130 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 195 - We see in needle-works and embroideries, it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground, than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed: for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity doth best discover virtue.
Seite 280 - Wherefore, that here we may briefly end, of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world; all things in heaven• and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Seite 147 - And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
Seite 88 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
Seite 21 - For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age.
Seite 195 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Seite 130 - O ! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give : The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves.
Seite 204 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Seite 130 - Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...