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... live eternally . L. DIGGES . To the Memory of MR . W. SHAKESPEARE . We wonder'd , Shakespeare , that thou went'st so soon From the world's stage to the grave's tiring - room : We thought thee dead ; but this thy printed worth Tells thy ...
... live eternally . L. DIGGES . To the Memory of MR . W. SHAKESPEARE . We wonder'd , Shakespeare , that thou went'st so soon From the world's stage to the grave's tiring - room : We thought thee dead ; but this thy printed worth Tells thy ...
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... live : What story coldly tells , what poets feign At second hand , and picture without brain , Senseless and soul - less shows , to give a stage , Ample , and true with life , voice , action , age , As Plato's year , and new scene of ...
... live : What story coldly tells , what poets feign At second hand , and picture without brain , Senseless and soul - less shows , to give a stage , Ample , and true with life , voice , action , age , As Plato's year , and new scene of ...
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... live , And more than nature takes our hands shall give : In a less volume , but more strongly bound , -- Shakespeare shall breathe and speak ; with laurel crown'd , Which never fades ; fed with ambrosian meat ; In a well - lined vesture ...
... live , And more than nature takes our hands shall give : In a less volume , but more strongly bound , -- Shakespeare shall breathe and speak ; with laurel crown'd , Which never fades ; fed with ambrosian meat ; In a well - lined vesture ...
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... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No ; he doth but mistake ...
... live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No ; he doth but mistake ...
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... live : I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs : he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
... live : I saw him beat the surges under him , And ride upon their backs : he trod the water , Whose enmity he flung aside , and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
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Сторінка 361 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Сторінка 10 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Сторінка 90 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Сторінка 53 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid Weak masters though ye be - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the...
Сторінка 18 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Сторінка 37 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I wak'd I cry'd to dream again. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Сторінка 5 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Сторінка 139 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there.
Сторінка 400 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Сторінка lxiv - Sweet Swan of Avon, what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear. And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza and our James...