British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of England and America, with Biographical Sketches and an Historical Outline of English Literature. Poetry and ProseGeorge Westermann, 1885 |
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... blood forth gushed filed has . from her corse . With faire discourse the evening so they | He making. That when he heard , in great perplexitie , His gall did grate for griefe and high dis- daine , And knitting all his force , got one ...
... blood forth gushed filed has . from her corse . With faire discourse the evening so they | He making. That when he heard , in great perplexitie , His gall did grate for griefe and high dis- daine , And knitting all his force , got one ...
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... blood , of dought 130 As we be bound be the commaundement Of me thu shalt neyther have fe nor ad- of the kyng : vauntage , Who that seith nay , we shall make a flood Therfor I charge you the contre be well To renne in the stretis by ...
... blood , of dought 130 As we be bound be the commaundement Of me thu shalt neyther have fe nor ad- of the kyng : vauntage , Who that seith nay , we shall make a flood Therfor I charge you the contre be well To renne in the stretis by ...
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... blood instead of tears , yea life and soul . Oh , he stays my tongue : I would lift up my hands , but see , they hold ' em , they hold ' em . Scholars . Who , Faustus ? Faust . Why , Lucifer and Mephisto- philis . O gentlemen , I gave ...
... blood instead of tears , yea life and soul . Oh , he stays my tongue : I would lift up my hands , but see , they hold ' em , they hold ' em . Scholars . Who , Faustus ? Faust . Why , Lucifer and Mephisto- philis . O gentlemen , I gave ...
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... blood is hot that must be cool'd for this . Yet can I not of such tame patience boast , As to be hush'd , and nought at all to say . First , the fair reverence of your highness curbs me 60 From giving reins and spurs to my free speech ...
... blood is hot that must be cool'd for this . Yet can I not of such tame patience boast , As to be hush'd , and nought at all to say . First , the fair reverence of your highness curbs me 60 From giving reins and spurs to my free speech ...
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... blood chamber'd in his bosom : In haste whereof , most heartily I pray 150 Your highness to assign our trial day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me ; Let's purge this choler without letting blood ; This we prescribe ...
... blood chamber'd in his bosom : In haste whereof , most heartily I pray 150 Your highness to assign our trial day . K. Rich . Wrath - kindled gentlemen , be rul'd by me ; Let's purge this choler without letting blood ; This we prescribe ...
Términos y frases comunes
appeared arms Ben Jonson blood Boling Bolingbroke breath called Calmar Charles Chaucer cried dark daughter dear death doth duke duke of Hereford earl earth England English eyes fair father Faulkl Faulkland fear fire gentleman Ghost give hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Hengo honour hope Jack Pickersgill Jacob Marley king lady land light live look Lord Malaprop ment mind Monmouth morning nature never night noble Northumberland o'er once Ossulton Pickersgill pleasure poem poet poor prince Queen replied Rich Rienzi round Scotland Scrooge Shakespeare Sir Lucius sleep smile soon soul spirit stood sweet sword tears tell thee thing thou thought Tiny Tim tion Twas uncle uncle Toby voice wild wind word young Zounds
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Página 273 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 600 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Página 381 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
Página 273 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 277 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, /And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Página 54 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 54 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Página 380 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 411 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Página 600 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...