Genesis oder Geschichte der innern und aüssern Entwikkelung der englischen SpracheBaumgärtner, 1846 - 192 pages |
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Page 127 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, "While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Page 164 - ... prouder still The loftier they uplifted me ; and oft, In wantonness of spirit, plunging down Into their green and glassy gulfs, and making My way to shells and sea-weed, all unseen By those above, till they wax'd fearful ; then Returning with my grasp full of such tokens As...
Page 123 - As when some one peculiar quality Doth so possess a man, that it doth draw All his affects, his spirits, and his powers, In their confluctions, all to run one way, This may be truly said to be a humour.
Page 106 - For though I do contemn report myself, As a mere sound, I still will be so tender Of what concerns you, in all points of honour, That the immaculate whiteness of your fame...
Page 142 - Weep not, good Melvil, there is at present great cause for rejoicing. Thou shalt this day see Mary Stewart delivered from all her cares, and such an end put to her tedious sufferings, as she has long expected. Bear witness that I die constant in my religion ; firm in my fidelity towards Scotland ; and unchanged in my affection to France. Commend me to my son. Tell him I have done nothing injurious to his kingdom, to his honour, or to his rights ; and God forgive all those who have thirsted, without...
Page 104 - In one word, I pronounce all that is mine, In lands or leases, ready coin or goods, With her, my lord, comes to you; nor shall you have One motive to induce you to believe I live too long, since every year I'll add Something unto the heap, which shall be yours too.
Page 129 - My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of...
Page 85 - A freezing numbness stiffens all his joints, And makes the colour of his flesh like lead. Corb.
Page 107 - tis to have my daughter Right honourable ; and 'tis a powerful charm Makes me insensible of remorse, or pity, Or the least sting of conscience.
Page 108 - Tis for you, My lord, and for my daughter, I am marble; Nay more, if you will have my character In little, I enjoy more true delight In...