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Oxford University Press, 1872
 

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Seite 237 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Seite 317 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Seite 237 - When I remember all The friends so linked together, I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Seite 249 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field ; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: — A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt.
Seite 404 - MY God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights : — 2 In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun ; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun.
Seite 295 - Paint me an angel, with wings and a trumpet, to trumpet my name over the world.
Seite 180 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling...
Seite 419 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Seite 282 - Would he had blotted a thousand. Which they thought a malevolent speech. I had not told posterity this, but for their ignorance, who...
Seite 26 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.

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