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Pagina 35
... living . She seems to appreciate my attention , and I have no doubt that we shall understand one another . She is playing with the feathers . Beautiful Formosa ! Pardon the tautology , Josiah , she is in- deed doubly fair . How is Queen ...
... living . She seems to appreciate my attention , and I have no doubt that we shall understand one another . She is playing with the feathers . Beautiful Formosa ! Pardon the tautology , Josiah , she is in- deed doubly fair . How is Queen ...
Pagina 51
... living since the death of Burke and Wills . As soon as the black saw the " white fellows , " he began to gesticulate in a very ex- cited manner , and to point down the creek , calling out " Gow ! gow ! " and then he ran away to inform ...
... living since the death of Burke and Wills . As soon as the black saw the " white fellows , " he began to gesticulate in a very ex- cited manner , and to point down the creek , calling out " Gow ! gow ! " and then he ran away to inform ...
Pagina 54
... living evidence of its existence . In the next place , he urges that celibacy is unjust to the individual , to the world , and to the opposite sex . It is also contrary to nature . " Unthrifty loveliness , why dost thou spend Upon ...
... living evidence of its existence . In the next place , he urges that celibacy is unjust to the individual , to the world , and to the opposite sex . It is also contrary to nature . " Unthrifty loveliness , why dost thou spend Upon ...
Pagina 55
... living in posterity ? Be not self - willed , for thou art much too fair To be Death's conquest , and make worms thine heir . " And now follows an exquisite sonnet , comparing sunrise and sunset . As the sun climbs his way to the mid ...
... living in posterity ? Be not self - willed , for thou art much too fair To be Death's conquest , and make worms thine heir . " And now follows an exquisite sonnet , comparing sunrise and sunset . As the sun climbs his way to the mid ...
Pagina 56
... living . " Who will , " he ex- claims , ― " Who will believe my verse in time to come , If it were filled with your most high deserts ? Though yet , Heaven knows , it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shows not half your ...
... living . " Who will , " he ex- claims , ― " Who will believe my verse in time to come , If it were filled with your most high deserts ? Though yet , Heaven knows , it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shows not half your ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 58 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Pagina 58 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Pagina 66 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still, The better angel is a man right fair: The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil, Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil: Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Pagina 61 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Pagina 60 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Pagina 98 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Pagina 109 - O ! mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Pagina 63 - Now all is done, save what shall have no end; Mine appetite I never more will grind On newer proof, to try an older friend, A god in love, to whom I am confined: Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.
Pagina 63 - gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think, Nor double penance, to correct correction. Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
Pagina 56 - Poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ; in it and in my rhyme.