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admiration Alcibiades ANNE BOLEYN beauty blessing blood breath character charity Cicero common Cymbeline D'Ol DANIEL WEBSTER dear death delight Divine doth dreams Duke duty Earth EDMUND BURKE ETON COLLEGE eyes fair fame fancy father fear feel flowers give glorious glory grace grave GUIDERIUS hand happy hast hath head heart Heaven honour hope hour human JEREMY TAYLOR John Jewell justice King labour liberty light live look Lord mind murder nature never night noble o'er once Othello passions pleasure poet poetry Prince reason RICHARD HOOKER Robert BURNs ROBERT SOUTHEY S. T. COLERIDGE Samian wine scene seemed sense smile Socrates sorrow soul speak spirit stand sweet tears thee things thou thought tion truth unto virtue voice whole wind wisdom wonder words youth
Seite 443 - 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 282 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Seite 438 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Seite 76 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Seite 283 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Seite 283 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Seite 31 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Seite 187 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Seite 207 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.