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... spirit , impatient of pain , When he had lost his honour and his right , ( Proud , time of wealth , in storms appalled with dread , ) Murthered himself , to show some manful deed . VIII ( 1 ) HAPPY , ye leaves ! whenas 4 A Treasury of.
... spirit , impatient of pain , When he had lost his honour and his right , ( Proud , time of wealth , in storms appalled with dread , ) Murthered himself , to show some manful deed . VIII ( 1 ) HAPPY , ye leaves ! whenas 4 A Treasury of.
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... spirit doth spread her bolder wings , In mind to mount up to the purest sky , It down is weighed with thought of earthly things , And clogged with burden of mortality ; Where when that sovereign beauty it doth spy , Resembling heaven's ...
... spirit doth spread her bolder wings , In mind to mount up to the purest sky , It down is weighed with thought of earthly things , And clogged with burden of mortality ; Where when that sovereign beauty it doth spy , Resembling heaven's ...
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... ; Derived from that fair Spirit from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed . He only fair , and what He fair hath made ; All other fair , like flowers , untimely fade . XXIV ( 88 ) LIKE as the culver on the 12 A Treasury of.
... ; Derived from that fair Spirit from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed . He only fair , and what He fair hath made ; All other fair , like flowers , untimely fade . XXIV ( 88 ) LIKE as the culver on the 12 A Treasury of.
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... spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry ; To find out shames and idle hours in me , The scope and tenour of thy jealousy ? O , no ! thy love , though much , is not so great : It is my love that keeps ...
... spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry ; To find out shames and idle hours in me , The scope and tenour of thy jealousy ? O , no ! thy love , though much , is not so great : It is my love that keeps ...
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... spirit is thine , the better part of me : So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life , The prey of worms , my body being dead , The coward conquest of a wretch's knife , Too base of thee to be remembered . The worth of that is that ...
... spirit is thine , the better part of me : So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life , The prey of worms , my body being dead , The coward conquest of a wretch's knife , Too base of thee to be remembered . The worth of that is that ...
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Сторінка 40 - Love's not Time's Fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Сторінка 115 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Сторінка 24 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Сторінка 22 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Сторінка 34 - They that have power to hurt, and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow ; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces, And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces , Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die...
Сторінка 39 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Сторінка 96 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Сторінка 130 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Сторінка 21 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 143 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...