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... sense in getting into it - in supposing for a moment that he could inspire such a passion in such a place : nor does it seem probable that the Poet would have exhibited him thus , but that he were moved thereto by somewhat else than the ...
... sense in getting into it - in supposing for a moment that he could inspire such a passion in such a place : nor does it seem probable that the Poet would have exhibited him thus , but that he were moved thereto by somewhat else than the ...
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... sense of enjoyment . Neither is he at all jealous or envious - for envy is its own tormentor - he is more inclined to be glad to see others enjoying themselves , and even helps his boon com- panions in attaining their desires , as long ...
... sense of enjoyment . Neither is he at all jealous or envious - for envy is its own tormentor - he is more inclined to be glad to see others enjoying themselves , and even helps his boon com- panions in attaining their desires , as long ...
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... sense , an unmistakable speech , a trusting nature , and a fearless deportment ; and these are the characteristics of a true Englishman . He is to be gulled -no man more so ; and he is gulled every day in the year - no proof , you will ...
... sense , an unmistakable speech , a trusting nature , and a fearless deportment ; and these are the characteristics of a true Englishman . He is to be gulled -no man more so ; and he is gulled every day in the year - no proof , you will ...
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... ? Bard . Why , sir , for my part , I say the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences . Evans . It is his five senses : fie , what the ignorance is ! 160 170 Bard . And being fap , sir , was , 28 Act I. Sc . i . MERRY WIVES.
... ? Bard . Why , sir , for my part , I say the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences . Evans . It is his five senses : fie , what the ignorance is ! 160 170 Bard . And being fap , sir , was , 28 Act I. Sc . i . MERRY WIVES.
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... ? Bard . Why , sir , for my part , I say the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences . Evans . It is his five senses : fie , what the ignorance is ! 160 170 Bard . And being fap , sir , was , 28 Act I. Sc . i . MERRY WIVES.
... ? Bard . Why , sir , for my part , I say the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences . Evans . It is his five senses : fie , what the ignorance is ! 160 170 Bard . And being fap , sir , was , 28 Act I. Sc . i . MERRY WIVES.
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Page 46 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Page 37 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Page 81 - The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, The farced title running 'fore the king, The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp That beats upon the high shore of this world, No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave ; Who, with a body iill'd, and vacant mind, Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread...
Page 137 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw, and ivy buds, With coral clasps, and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move. Come live with me, and be my love.
Page 9 - O for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment.
Page 91 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Page 138 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold; When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come.
Page 46 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Page 45 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Page 137 - Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.