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... breath and linen , making love to the carpenter's wife . Even the animals painted by Chaucer seem to live . The pictures of the horse bolting away to the fen where the wild mares are , of the fox lying in wait , and of the cock ...
... breath and linen , making love to the carpenter's wife . Even the animals painted by Chaucer seem to live . The pictures of the horse bolting away to the fen where the wild mares are , of the fox lying in wait , and of the cock ...
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... breathing Zephyrus did softly play- A gentle spirit , that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams , which then did glister fair ; When I , ( whom sullen care , Through discontent of my long fruitless stay In princes ' court , and ...
... breathing Zephyrus did softly play- A gentle spirit , that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams , which then did glister fair ; When I , ( whom sullen care , Through discontent of my long fruitless stay In princes ' court , and ...
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... unkind As man's ingratitude ! Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , oh ! sing heigh , oh ! unto 65 F SHAKSPEARE . 1560-1616 . SONGS AND SONNETS . Blow, Blow, thou Winter Wind.
... unkind As man's ingratitude ! Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , oh ! sing heigh , oh ! unto 65 F SHAKSPEARE . 1560-1616 . SONGS AND SONNETS . Blow, Blow, thou Winter Wind.
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... breath is short ; Youth is nimble , age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , and age is tame . Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my love , my love is young ! Age , I do defy thee ...
... breath is short ; Youth is nimble , age is lame ; Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , and age is tame . Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my love , my love is young ! Age , I do defy thee ...
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... breath ; Who envies none that chance doth raise , Or vice ; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good : Who hath his life from rumours freed , Whose conscience is his strong ...
... breath ; Who envies none that chance doth raise , Or vice ; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good : Who hath his life from rumours freed , Whose conscience is his strong ...
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Page 318 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Page 307 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Page 304 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Page 582 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Page 70 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 419 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Page 301 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 299 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 494 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun, Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ? Is DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Page 552 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...