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Page 118
... Ibid . Good Life , Long Life . Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die ; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live . Epitaph on Elizabeth . Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse ...
... Ibid . Good Life , Long Life . Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die ; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live . Epitaph on Elizabeth . Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse ...
Page 119
... Ibid . Ibid . Get money ; still get money , boy ; No matter by what means . * Every Man in his Humour . Act . Sc . 3 . FRANCIS BEAUMONT . 1585-1616 . HAT things have we seen WHA Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble ...
... Ibid . Ibid . Get money ; still get money , boy ; No matter by what means . * Every Man in his Humour . Act . Sc . 3 . FRANCIS BEAUMONT . 1585-1616 . HAT things have we seen WHA Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble ...
Page 122
... Ibid . The worst speak something good ; if all want sense , God takes a text , and preacheth Pa - ti - ence . Ibid . Bibles laid open , millions of surprises . Sin . Man is one world , and hath Another to attend him . If goodness lead ...
... Ibid . The worst speak something good ; if all want sense , God takes a text , and preacheth Pa - ti - ence . Ibid . Bibles laid open , millions of surprises . Sin . Man is one world , and hath Another to attend him . If goodness lead ...
Page 123
... Ibid . Why so pale and wan , fond lover , Prithee , why so pale ? Will , when looking well can't move her , Looking ill prevail ? Prithee , why so pale ? ' Tis expectation makes a blessing dear ; Heaven were not heaven , if we knew what ...
... Ibid . Why so pale and wan , fond lover , Prithee , why so pale ? Will , when looking well can't move her , Looking ill prevail ? Prithee , why so pale ? ' Tis expectation makes a blessing dear ; Heaven were not heaven , if we knew what ...
Page 125
... Ibid . JAMES SHIRLEY . 1596-1666 . NLY the actions of the just ONLY Smell sweet and blossom in the dust . + Contention of Ajax and Ulysses . Sc . iii . * The mind , the music breathing from her face . BYRON . Bride of Abydos . St. 6 ...
... Ibid . JAMES SHIRLEY . 1596-1666 . NLY the actions of the just ONLY Smell sweet and blossom in the dust . + Contention of Ajax and Ulysses . Sc . iii . * The mind , the music breathing from her face . BYRON . Bride of Abydos . St. 6 ...
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Page 46 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 91 - gainst that season comes Wherein our saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 135 - Satan except, none higher sat, with grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Page 220 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Page 67 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 86 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 25 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 270 - Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
Page 272 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Page 369 - 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!