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... look into these Statutes ? The first of them , I am bound in charity to believe , that he never so much as saw . For if he had seen it , he could not have had the effrontery to affect to adduce it in derogation of his Ma- jesty's honour ...
... look into these Statutes ? The first of them , I am bound in charity to believe , that he never so much as saw . For if he had seen it , he could not have had the effrontery to affect to adduce it in derogation of his Ma- jesty's honour ...
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... look into these Statutes ? The first of them , I am bound in charity to believe , that he never so much as saw . For if he had seen it , he could not have had the effrontery to affect to adduce it in derogation of his Ma- jesty's honour ...
... look into these Statutes ? The first of them , I am bound in charity to believe , that he never so much as saw . For if he had seen it , he could not have had the effrontery to affect to adduce it in derogation of his Ma- jesty's honour ...
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... look'd On her foggy and favour'd nation , She sleepily nodded her poppy - crown'd head , And gently waved her sceptre of lead , In token of approbation . 2 . For the north - west wind brought clouds and gloom , Blue devils on earth ...
... look'd On her foggy and favour'd nation , She sleepily nodded her poppy - crown'd head , And gently waved her sceptre of lead , In token of approbation . 2 . For the north - west wind brought clouds and gloom , Blue devils on earth ...
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... Look attentively at the first team you meet , and either in leader or wheel- er you will not fail to recognise a cha- racteristic likeness of some original friend . The long face - the wall eye the upper or lower lip - the flat cheek ...
... Look attentively at the first team you meet , and either in leader or wheel- er you will not fail to recognise a cha- racteristic likeness of some original friend . The long face - the wall eye the upper or lower lip - the flat cheek ...
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... Look on that pretty , little , white - rinded , airy , yet weeping birch - tree , still in her teens , so murmuring , and so balmy in budding spring , that breathes of summer too , and say if ever you saw a sweeter symbol - nay , it is ...
... Look on that pretty , little , white - rinded , airy , yet weeping birch - tree , still in her teens , so murmuring , and so balmy in budding spring , that breathes of summer too , and say if ever you saw a sweeter symbol - nay , it is ...
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Page 329 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion...
Page 331 - 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 329 - O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: "Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage; But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.
Page 332 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 167 - He seems to have been, at least among us, the author of a species of composition that may be denominated local poetry, of which the fundamental subject is some particular landscape, to be poetically described with the addition of such embellishments as may be supplied by historical retrospection or incidental meditation.
Page 331 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Page 329 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Page 239 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 329 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Page 329 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men.