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... Look , what will serve is fit . Much Ado about Nothing , Act I. Scene I. - SHAKSPERE . ASS . The Poor little foal of an oppressed race ! I love the languid patience of thy face : And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread , And clap thy ...
... Look , what will serve is fit . Much Ado about Nothing , Act I. Scene I. - SHAKSPERE . ASS . The Poor little foal of an oppressed race ! I love the languid patience of thy face : And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread , And clap thy ...
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... looks , and mumping tones , think them players . You pay your money to see a comedian feign these things , which , concerning these poor people , thou canst not certainly tell whether they are feigned or not . Essay on the Decay of ...
... looks , and mumping tones , think them players . You pay your money to see a comedian feign these things , which , concerning these poor people , thou canst not certainly tell whether they are feigned or not . Essay on the Decay of ...
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... look : Yea , though the valley which we loved be swept Of its inhabitants , none left behind , Not even the poor blind man who sought his bread From door to door , still , still there is a want ; Yes , even he , round whom a night that ...
... look : Yea , though the valley which we loved be swept Of its inhabitants , none left behind , Not even the poor blind man who sought his bread From door to door , still , still there is a want ; Yes , even he , round whom a night that ...
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... Look how fast he goes , " says a third ; " There's some great mat- ters in hand questionless , " says a fourth ; when all my business is to have them say so . This hath been used . Or , if I can find any company , I'll after dinner to ...
... Look how fast he goes , " says a third ; " There's some great mat- ters in hand questionless , " says a fourth ; when all my business is to have them say so . This hath been used . Or , if I can find any company , I'll after dinner to ...
Strona 71
... look of rest ; Thou bring'st the child , too , to the mother's breast . Don Juan , Canto III . - LORD BYRON . EVENING in Summer . How fine has the day been , how bright was the sun , How lovely and joyful the course that he run , Though ...
... look of rest ; Thou bring'st the child , too , to the mother's breast . Don Juan , Canto III . - LORD BYRON . EVENING in Summer . How fine has the day been , how bright was the sun , How lovely and joyful the course that he run , Though ...
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Strona 134 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Strona 209 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Strona 315 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Strona 102 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened not thy breath...
Strona 21 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Strona 251 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Strona 210 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods, — Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature ; The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils...
Strona 224 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Strona 284 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Strona 180 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes! From different natures marvellously mixed, Connection exquisite of distant worlds! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity!