The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volume 13Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 - Anthologies |
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... keep him asleep , and the third to provide him food . Not many days after his nativity , the fell enchantress Kalyb ... keeping the noble St. George of England , whose mind many times thirsted after honorable adventures , and often ...
... keep him asleep , and the third to provide him food . Not many days after his nativity , the fell enchantress Kalyb ... keeping the noble St. George of England , whose mind many times thirsted after honorable adventures , and often ...
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... keep pace with them , delighted to behold the valiant encounters of her sons , and being careless of herself , through the overswiftness of her steed , she slipped beside her saddle , and so fell directly upon a thorny brake of brambles ...
... keep pace with them , delighted to behold the valiant encounters of her sons , and being careless of herself , through the overswiftness of her steed , she slipped beside her saddle , and so fell directly upon a thorny brake of brambles ...
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... keep the rushy lake , Where none do fishes take ; Bind up the locks , the which hang scattered light , And in his waters , which your mirror make , Behold your faces , as the crystal bright , That when you come whereas my love doth lie ...
... keep the rushy lake , Where none do fishes take ; Bind up the locks , the which hang scattered light , And in his waters , which your mirror make , Behold your faces , as the crystal bright , That when you come whereas my love doth lie ...
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... keep , That sacred Peace may in assurance reign , And timely Sleep , when it is time to sleep , May pour his limbs forth on your pleasant plain ; The whiles an hundred little wingèd Loves , Like divers feathered doves , Shall fly and ...
... keep , That sacred Peace may in assurance reign , And timely Sleep , when it is time to sleep , May pour his limbs forth on your pleasant plain ; The whiles an hundred little wingèd Loves , Like divers feathered doves , Shall fly and ...
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... keep your hanging good for some greater matter , for I assure you that was he . Stephen - Upon my reputation , it was he . Bobadill - Had I thought it had been he , he must not have Ben Jonson Photogravure from the engraving by E ...
... keep your hanging good for some greater matter , for I assure you that was he . Stephen - Upon my reputation , it was he . Bobadill - Had I thought it had been he , he must not have Ben Jonson Photogravure from the engraving by E ...
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Page 377 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 360 - Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 183 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Page 166 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath alL POEMS BY GEORGE WITHER.
Page 253 - To spend too much time in studies is sloth; to use them too much for ornament is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules is the humor of a scholar.
Page 365 - Or call up him that left half-told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife That own'd the virtuous ring and glass ; And of the wondrous horse of brass On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page 359 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 165 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
Page 155 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Page 380 - A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, Makes that and the action fine.