Literary Leaves, Volume 2Thacker & Company, 1840 |
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... thou art old , And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold . " The following lines , in which the same subject is continued , contain one of those vivid images that are flashed from the fancy of the genuine poet only . " Thou art ...
... thou art old , And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold . " The following lines , in which the same subject is continued , contain one of those vivid images that are flashed from the fancy of the genuine poet only . " Thou art ...
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... thou among the wastes of time must go ! " There is a tenderness of feeling in the following sonnet , that must touch the coldest reader . " That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang ...
... thou among the wastes of time must go ! " There is a tenderness of feeling in the following sonnet , that must touch the coldest reader . " That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang ...
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... thou taste , The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show , Of mouthed graves will give thee memory ; Thou by thy dial's shady stealth may'st know Time's thievish SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS . 13.
... thou taste , The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show , Of mouthed graves will give thee memory ; Thou by thy dial's shady stealth may'st know Time's thievish SHAKESPEARE'S SONNETS . 13.
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David Lester Richardson. Thou by thy dial's shady stealth may'st know Time's thievish progress to eternity . " " Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned ; In ...
David Lester Richardson. Thou by thy dial's shady stealth may'st know Time's thievish progress to eternity . " " Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned ; In ...
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... thou hast both him and me ; He plays the whole , and yet I am not free . For I have sworn thee fair ; more perjured I , To swear , against the truth , so foul a lie . Come there for cure , and this by that I prove Love's fire heats ...
... thou hast both him and me ; He plays the whole , and yet I am not free . For I have sworn thee fair ; more perjured I , To swear , against the truth , so foul a lie . Come there for cure , and this by that I prove Love's fire heats ...
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Page 16 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 130 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
Page 12 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 13 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Page 193 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Page 192 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Page 319 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 228 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Page 297 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Page 253 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...