The British classical authors: with biographical notices. On the basis of a selection by L. HerrigG. Westermann, 1906 - 752 pages |
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... morning , I'll visit you : if not , Faustus is gone to hell . Scholars . Faustus , farewell . ( Exeunt Scholars . The clock strikes eleven . ) 95 Faust . Ah , Faustus , Now hast thou but one bare hour to live , And then thou must be ...
... morning , I'll visit you : if not , Faustus is gone to hell . Scholars . Faustus , farewell . ( Exeunt Scholars . The clock strikes eleven . ) 95 Faust . Ah , Faustus , Now hast thou but one bare hour to live , And then thou must be ...
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... For thy delight each May morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . 24 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE . WILLIAM SHAKSPERE ( 1564–1616 ) , the 2 * MARLOWE . 19 The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
... For thy delight each May morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . 24 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE . WILLIAM SHAKSPERE ( 1564–1616 ) , the 2 * MARLOWE . 19 The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
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... morning's war , When dying clouds contend with growing light , What time the shepherd , blowing of his nails , Can neither call it perfect day nor night . 5 Now sways it this way , like a mighty sea Forced by the tide to combat with the ...
... morning's war , When dying clouds contend with growing light , What time the shepherd , blowing of his nails , Can neither call it perfect day nor night . 5 Now sways it this way , like a mighty sea Forced by the tide to combat with the ...
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... morning air ; 135 Brief let me be . Sleeping within mine orchard , My custom always in the afternoon , Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole , With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial , And in the porches of mine ears did pour 140 The ...
... morning air ; 135 Brief let me be . Sleeping within mine orchard , My custom always in the afternoon , Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole , With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial , And in the porches of mine ears did pour 140 The ...
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... morning's holy office : the gates of monarchs 6 Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on , without Good morrow to the sun . Hail , thou fair heaven ! We house i ' the rock , yet use thee not so ...
... morning's holy office : the gates of monarchs 6 Are arch'd so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on , without Good morrow to the sun . Hail , thou fair heaven ! We house i ' the rock , yet use thee not so ...
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Page 349 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Page 340 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Page 725 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Page 56 - When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st,...
Page 33 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Page 340 - In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living...
Page 349 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Page 62 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 321 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 100 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet...