History of the English Language and LiteratureW. and R. Chambers, 1837 - 328 páginas |
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... thou hast iloret The flour of all chivalerie , Nou Kyng Edward liveth na more , Alas ! that he yet shulde deye ! He wolde ha rered up ful hey get Our baners that bueth broht to grounde ; Wel longe we mowe clefes and crie , Er we such a ...
... thou hast iloret The flour of all chivalerie , Nou Kyng Edward liveth na more , Alas ! that he yet shulde deye ! He wolde ha rered up ful hey get Our baners that bueth broht to grounde ; Wel longe we mowe clefes and crie , Er we such a ...
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... thou wert when thou did grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds but made thee move , And birds their ramage * did on thee bestow . Since that dear voice which did thy sounds approve , Which wont in such ...
... thou wert when thou did grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds but made thee move , And birds their ramage * did on thee bestow . Since that dear voice which did thy sounds approve , Which wont in such ...
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... Thou speak'st as if I lay upon my death - bed , Gasping for breath . Dost thou perceive me such ? Bos . Yes ! WEBSTER . Duch . Thou art not mad ! Dost 54 FROM 1558 TO 1649 .
... Thou speak'st as if I lay upon my death - bed , Gasping for breath . Dost thou perceive me such ? Bos . Yes ! WEBSTER . Duch . Thou art not mad ! Dost 54 FROM 1558 TO 1649 .
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... Thou art very plain . Bos . My trade is to flatter the dead , not the living . I am a tomb - maker . Duch . And thou comest to make my tomb ? Bos . Yes ! Duch . Let me be a little merry : Of what stuff wilt thou make it ? Bos . Nay ...
... Thou art very plain . Bos . My trade is to flatter the dead , not the living . I am a tomb - maker . Duch . And thou comest to make my tomb ? Bos . Yes ! Duch . Let me be a little merry : Of what stuff wilt thou make it ? Bos . Nay ...
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... thou givest my little boy Some syrup for his cold , and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep . Now what you please ? What death ? Bos . Strangling - here are your executioners . Executioners . We are ready . Duch . Dispose my ...
... thou givest my little boy Some syrup for his cold , and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep . Now what you please ? What death ? Bos . Strangling - here are your executioners . Executioners . We are ready . Duch . Dispose my ...
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History of the English Language and Literature [by Robert Chambers] Robert Chambers Vista completa - 1857 |
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Página 201 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts ; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Página 133 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 25 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 108 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 30 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 45 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Página 71 - twixt south and south-west side ; On either which he would dispute, Confute, change hands, and still confute : He'd undertake to prove, by force Of argument, a man's no horse ; He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl, And that a lord may be an owl, A calf an alderman, a goose a justice, And rooks committee-men and trustees.
Página 69 - fair light, And thou enlighten'd earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills, and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures, tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here?
Página 102 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.
Página 76 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.