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... leaves of thy unvalued booke , Thofe Delphicke lines , fuch deep impreffion tooke : Then thou , our fancy of her felfe bereaving , Doft make us marble with too much conceiving And , fo fepulcher'd , in fuch pompe dost lie , That kings ...
... leaves of thy unvalued booke , Thofe Delphicke lines , fuch deep impreffion tooke : Then thou , our fancy of her felfe bereaving , Doft make us marble with too much conceiving And , fo fepulcher'd , in fuch pompe dost lie , That kings ...
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... Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all , that infolent Greece , or haughty Rome . Sent forth , or fince did from their afhes come . Triumph , my Britain ! thou haft one to show ,. To whom all fenes of Europe homage owe He was not of ...
... Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all , that infolent Greece , or haughty Rome . Sent forth , or fince did from their afhes come . Triumph , my Britain ! thou haft one to show ,. To whom all fenes of Europe homage owe He was not of ...
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... leave it to the determination of my learned readers , from the numerous paffages , which I have occafionally quoted in my notes , in which our Poet feems clofely to have imitated the claffics , whether Mr. Rowe's affertion be fo ...
... leave it to the determination of my learned readers , from the numerous paffages , which I have occafionally quoted in my notes , in which our Poet feems clofely to have imitated the claffics , whether Mr. Rowe's affertion be fo ...
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... leave it a question whether they could come from a man . I fhould be loth to doubt , as Quintus Serenus did in a like case , Sive homo , feu fimilis turpiffima beftia nobis , int Vulnera dente dedit . The indignation , perhaps , for ...
... leave it a question whether they could come from a man . I fhould be loth to doubt , as Quintus Serenus did in a like case , Sive homo , feu fimilis turpiffima beftia nobis , int Vulnera dente dedit . The indignation , perhaps , for ...
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... leave of him . [ Exit . [ Exit . Ganz , Now would I give a thousand furlongs of tea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , any thing ; - -the wills above be done , bur I would fain die a dry death ! [ Exit . SCENE ...
... leave of him . [ Exit . [ Exit . Ganz , Now would I give a thousand furlongs of tea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , any thing ; - -the wills above be done , bur I would fain die a dry death ! [ Exit . SCENE ...
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Page 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, .Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Page 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Page 42 - Hence, bashful cunning; And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Page 63 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Page 95 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 96 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Page 150 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Page 35 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 64 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.