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Сторінка 646 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Сторінка 651 - I found everywhere there (though my understanding had little to do with all this), and by degrees with the tinkling of the rhyme and dance of the numbers, so that I think I had read him all over before I was twelve years old, and was thus made a poet as irremediably as a child is made an eunuch.
Сторінка 81 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Сторінка 651 - I believe I can tell the particular little chance that filled my head first with such chimes of verse, as have never since left ringing there...
Сторінка 93 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Сторінка 93 - Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Сторінка 114 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt...
Сторінка 81 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Сторінка 384 - O'er which lame faith leads understanding blind ; Lest he'd perplex the things he would explain, And what was easy he should render vain. Or if a work so infinite he spann'd, Jealous I was, that some less skilful hand ( Such as disquiet always what is well, And by ill imitating would excel) Might hence presume the whole creation's day To change in scenes, and show it in a play.