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When the rain came to wet- me once, and the wind to make me chatter ; when the
thunder would not peace at my bidding ; there I found them, there I smelt them out
. Go to, they are not men o' their words : they told me I was every thing ; 't is a ...
When the rain came to wet- me once, and the wind to make me chatter ; when the
thunder would not peace at my bidding ; there I found them, there I smelt them out
. Go to, they are not men o' their words : they told me I was every thing ; 't is a ...
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I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Under the smile of safety, wounds the
world : And who but Rumour, who but only I, Make fearful musters, and prepared
defence ; Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief, Is thought with child
by ...
I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Under the smile of safety, wounds the
world : And who but Rumour, who but only I, Make fearful musters, and prepared
defence ; Whilst the big year, swoll'n with some other grief, Is thought with child
by ...
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In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, To reap the harvest of perpetual
peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war. The weary sun hath made a golden
set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow
.
In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends, To reap the harvest of perpetual
peace By this one bloody trial of sharp war. The weary sun hath made a golden
set, And, by the bright track of his fiery car, Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow
.
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Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, With thy religious truth and
modesty, Now in his ashes honour : Peace be with him ! TROILUS AND
CRESSIDA. ULYSSES SPEAKS OF THE EVILS THAT ARISE PROM
NEGLECTING THE ...
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, With thy religious truth and
modesty, Now in his ashes honour : Peace be with him ! TROILUS AND
CRESSIDA. ULYSSES SPEAKS OF THE EVILS THAT ARISE PROM
NEGLECTING THE ...
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How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic
place ?
How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic
place ?
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appear arms bear beauty better body breath dead death deep desire doth earth eyes face fair fall fame father fear feel fields fire flowers follow give grace grave hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope human keep kind king laws leave less light live look lord lost means mind nature never night o'er observed once pain pass passions peace pleased pleasure poor praise pride reason receive rest rich rise round scene sense side smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand true turn virtue voice whole wind wings young youth
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Seite 60 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Seite 356 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Seite 101 - Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 298 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid. And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Seite 6 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 297 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Seite 102 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.