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... death , none listen to our talk ! Fort . What needs this solemn conjuration ? Sol . Oh , yes ; for none shall understand the worth Of this inestimable ornament , But you ; and yet not you , but that you swear By her white hand that lent ...
... death , none listen to our talk ! Fort . What needs this solemn conjuration ? Sol . Oh , yes ; for none shall understand the worth Of this inestimable ornament , But you ; and yet not you , but that you swear By her white hand that lent ...
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... Death needs must marry you ; those short - lived minutes That dribble out your life , must needs be spent In peace , not travel : rest in Cyprus then . Could you survey ten worlds , yet you must die ; And bitter is the sweet that's reap ...
... Death needs must marry you ; those short - lived minutes That dribble out your life , must needs be spent In peace , not travel : rest in Cyprus then . Could you survey ten worlds , yet you must die ; And bitter is the sweet that's reap ...
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... death's iron fist should wrestle with thy son ? For . Thou art no son of Fortune , but her slave . Thy cedar hath aspir'd to his full height ; Thy sun - like glory hath advanc'd herself Unto the top of pride's meridian , And down amain ...
... death's iron fist should wrestle with thy son ? For . Thou art no son of Fortune , but her slave . Thy cedar hath aspir'd to his full height ; Thy sun - like glory hath advanc'd herself Unto the top of pride's meridian , And down amain ...
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... death . Oh , bid the Fates work fast , and stop my breath . For . No , Andelocia , thou must live to see Worse torments , for thy follies , light on thee . This golden tree , which did thine eyes entice , Was planted here by Vice : lo ...
... death . Oh , bid the Fates work fast , and stop my breath . For . No , Andelocia , thou must live to see Worse torments , for thy follies , light on thee . This golden tree , which did thine eyes entice , Was planted here by Vice : lo ...
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... death's frozen hand Congeals life's little river in my breast : No man before his end is truly bless'd . And . Oh , miserable , miserable soul ! Thus a foul life makes death to look more foul . Enter LONGAVILE and MONTROSE , with a Cord ...
... death's frozen hand Congeals life's little river in my breast : No man before his end is truly bless'd . And . Oh , miserable , miserable soul ! Thus a foul life makes death to look more foul . Enter LONGAVILE and MONTROSE , with a Cord ...
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Abudah adventure African magician Ali Baba Alla ad Deen answered arrows asked Baba ballad beautiful began beheld bold brother brought caliph captain carried Cassim chest Chrimhild Count of Foix court cried daughter death Deen Deen's mother door eunuchs eyes father favour fear fell forest Fortunatus gave genie give gold grand vizier Gunter Haghen hand hath head hear heard heart heir of Linne Hindoo honour horse island jewels king Klaus knew lady lamp Little John looked lord majesty marriage master merchants Moonites Morgiana morning never night ordered Orthon outlaw palace Pancake Hill perceived present prince of Persia princess Buddir princess of Bengal quoth replied returned rich robbers Robin Hood ship Sinbad slaves soon stood story sultan Tasgi tell thee thine thou hast thought told took tree Valentine voyage wife wonderful wood words
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Сторінка 205 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Сторінка 180 - Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Against his lineage : not one breast affords Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
Сторінка 205 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheered with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Сторінка 178 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Сторінка 187 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.
Сторінка 183 - For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare On such a catering trust my dizzy head. Wait here, my child, with patience ; kneel in prayer The while : Ah ! thou must needs the lady wed, Or may I never leave my grave among the dead.
Сторінка 82 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Сторінка 180 - Buttress'd from moonlight, stands he, and implores All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen; 80 Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Сторінка 179 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright ; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white ; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Сторінка 85 - Thus nightly revell'd to and fro ; And for my pranks men call me by The name of Robin Good-fellow.