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... soul looks forth from the face . It has been called " the smile of truth , " and justly ; for it is one with goodness , and therefore with truth ; and while it expresses truth , it expresses her chiefly in her frankest , brightest , and ...
... soul looks forth from the face . It has been called " the smile of truth , " and justly ; for it is one with goodness , and therefore with truth ; and while it expresses truth , it expresses her chiefly in her frankest , brightest , and ...
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... Soul's Errand 10 The Country's Recreations His Love admits no Rival 899 38 40 . 40 SHAKESPEARE ( b . 1564 , d . 1616 ) . Exhortation to Mercy Lorenzo and Jessica 42 43 The Exiled Duke's Philosophy . 44 Fidelity . • 44 Clarence's Dream ...
... Soul's Errand 10 The Country's Recreations His Love admits no Rival 899 38 40 . 40 SHAKESPEARE ( b . 1564 , d . 1616 ) . Exhortation to Mercy Lorenzo and Jessica 42 43 The Exiled Duke's Philosophy . 44 Fidelity . • 44 Clarence's Dream ...
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... souls may joy their lives well spent . God grant likewise that you may see Upon my head such hairs to be . THOMAS SACKVILLE . THOMAS SACKVILLE , Lord Buckurst , and Earl of Dorset , was born at Buckurst , in Sussex , A.D. 1527. He ...
... souls may joy their lives well spent . God grant likewise that you may see Upon my head such hairs to be . THOMAS SACKVILLE . THOMAS SACKVILLE , Lord Buckurst , and Earl of Dorset , was born at Buckurst , in Sussex , A.D. 1527. He ...
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... soul did dart , Doing him die that never it deserved , To free his foes that from his breast had swerved . What hart can feel least touch of so sore launch , Or thought can think the depth of so deare wound , Whose bleeding sourse their ...
... soul did dart , Doing him die that never it deserved , To free his foes that from his breast had swerved . What hart can feel least touch of so sore launch , Or thought can think the depth of so deare wound , Whose bleeding sourse their ...
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... soul inspired bee With heavenly thoughts farre above humane skil ; And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainely see Th ' idee of his pure glorie present still Before thy face , that all thy spirits shall fill With sweete enragements of ...
... soul inspired bee With heavenly thoughts farre above humane skil ; And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainely see Th ' idee of his pure glorie present still Before thy face , that all thy spirits shall fill With sweete enragements of ...
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Сторінка 253 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Сторінка 254 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Сторінка 252 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Сторінка 248 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Сторінка 47 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Сторінка 18 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Сторінка 94 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Сторінка 149 - The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
Сторінка 152 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Сторінка 44 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.