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Strona xiii
... wind , and weather I judge by my ears , Malice assaults that righteousness should have , Sure I am , Bryan , this wound shall heal again , But yet , alas ! the scar shall still remain . " After he had been for some time in the Tower ...
... wind , and weather I judge by my ears , Malice assaults that righteousness should have , Sure I am , Bryan , this wound shall heal again , But yet , alas ! the scar shall still remain . " After he had been for some time in the Tower ...
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... wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness ; A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain , Have done the wearied cords great hinderance : 10 Wreathed with error , and with ignorance ; The stars be hid that lead ...
... wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness ; A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain , Have done the wearied cords great hinderance : 10 Wreathed with error , and with ignorance ; The stars be hid that lead ...
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... winds oft their high boughs do blast ; Hot sighs in me continually be shed : Wild beasts in them , fierce love in me is fed ; Unmovable am I , and they steadfast . 10 Of singing birds they have the tune and note ; And I always plaints ...
... winds oft their high boughs do blast ; Hot sighs in me continually be shed : Wild beasts in them , fierce love in me is fed ; Unmovable am I , and they steadfast . 10 Of singing birds they have the tune and note ; And I always plaints ...
Strona 16
... wind . Who list her hunt , I put him out of doubt As well as I , may spend his time in vain ! And graven with diamonds in letters plain , There is written her fair neck round about ; ' Noli me tangere ; for Cæsar's I am , And wild for ...
... wind . Who list her hunt , I put him out of doubt As well as I , may spend his time in vain ! And graven with diamonds in letters plain , There is written her fair neck round about ; ' Noli me tangere ; for Cæsar's I am , And wild for ...
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... wind : Each thing , methought , complaining in their kind . 3 Why then , alas , doth not she on me rue ? Or is her heart so hard that no pity May in it sink , my joy for to renew ? O stony heart , who hath thus framed thee So cruel ...
... wind : Each thing , methought , complaining in their kind . 3 Why then , alas , doth not she on me rue ? Or is her heart so hard that no pity May in it sink , my joy for to renew ? O stony heart , who hath thus framed thee So cruel ...
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Strona 10 - Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Strona 27 - That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once...
Strona xxvi - Silence and darkness ! solemn sisters! twins From ancient night, who nurse the tender thought! To reason, and on reason build resolve (That column of true majesty in man,) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine.
Strona xxvi - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Strona 24 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Strona 2 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust ? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd or alarm'd, At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Strona 10 - Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Strona xxviii - What can preserve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Strona 208 - Prayer ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream Of glory on the consecrated hour Of man, in audience with the Deity.
Strona 16 - I am of them that furthest come behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer ; but as she fleeth afore, Fainting I follow : I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt As well as I, may spend his time in vain : And graven with diamonds in letters plain, There is written her fair neck round about : " Noli me tangere ; for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.