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Pagina 12
... met no sympathy in the breasts of his companions ; and they fared on almost in silence , till the limits of the park , and then proceeded to the wide - spread demesne of Laughton , having sent round their servants another way . Lord ...
... met no sympathy in the breasts of his companions ; and they fared on almost in silence , till the limits of the park , and then proceeded to the wide - spread demesne of Laughton , having sent round their servants another way . Lord ...
Pagina 13
... meet us soon , ' tis true . We will go to Pikehay first ; they call it the nearest point of the park . ” 66 " What think you of the park , Lord Dacre ? " enquired Cheney ; though a stranger to these parts , I have heard much of its fame ...
... meet us soon , ' tis true . We will go to Pikehay first ; they call it the nearest point of the park . ” 66 " What think you of the park , Lord Dacre ? " enquired Cheney ; though a stranger to these parts , I have heard much of its fame ...
Pagina 14
... shame for thee to encroach thus on the lands of a neighbour , and one who is thy friend . Turn back , and we will not say that we met thee here . " This friendly admonition had no effect on the party ; 14 ETON BUREAU .
... shame for thee to encroach thus on the lands of a neighbour , and one who is thy friend . Turn back , and we will not say that we met thee here . " This friendly admonition had no effect on the party ; 14 ETON BUREAU .
Pagina 30
... meet with deserved and immediate attention : could you appoint a day , I should be happy to confer with you , on this important subject . A long line of my ancestors ' names are carved on the thirteenth panel of the left - hand side of ...
... meet with deserved and immediate attention : could you appoint a day , I should be happy to confer with you , on this important subject . A long line of my ancestors ' names are carved on the thirteenth panel of the left - hand side of ...
Pagina 32
... meet the fatal blow With the calm dignity of manly woe : Thus in the marble live the father's * pangs , As writhe his sons beneath the serpent's fangs ; Himself untamed , till overwhelming fate Shall crush each youthful form , and leave ...
... meet the fatal blow With the calm dignity of manly woe : Thus in the marble live the father's * pangs , As writhe his sons beneath the serpent's fangs ; Himself untamed , till overwhelming fate Shall crush each youthful form , and leave ...
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Pagina 316 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Pagina 274 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Pagina 229 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pagina 267 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Pagina 187 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Pagina 143 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth...
Pagina 265 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me : the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter*, more than I invent, or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Pagina 335 - THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet.
Pagina 229 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Pagina 114 - The youth, he cried, whom I exiled Shall be restored to woo her. She's at the window many an hour His coming to discover: And he look'd up to Ellen's bower And she look'd on her lover — But ah! so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling — And am I then forgot — forgot? It broke the heart of Ellen. In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Her...