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... fear a serpent in that apple , and would please myself in a wilful denial ; I rise capable of more , not desirous ; not now immediately from my trencher to my book , but after some in- termission . Moderate speed is a sure help to all ...
... fear a serpent in that apple , and would please myself in a wilful denial ; I rise capable of more , not desirous ; not now immediately from my trencher to my book , but after some in- termission . Moderate speed is a sure help to all ...
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... fear , and began to tremble . The Count of Foix opened the purse , and took of the powder , and laid it on a trencher of bread , and called to him a dog , and gave it him to eat ; and as soon as the dog had eaten the first morsel , he ...
... fear , and began to tremble . The Count of Foix opened the purse , and took of the powder , and laid it on a trencher of bread , and called to him a dog , and gave it him to eat ; and as soon as the dog had eaten the first morsel , he ...
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... fear , but what could we do ? We found a whole family of colliers at table ; they immediately invited us to join them ; my young man did not wait to be pressed : there we were eating and drinking ; he at least , for I was examining the ...
... fear , but what could we do ? We found a whole family of colliers at table ; they immediately invited us to join them ; my young man did not wait to be pressed : there we were eating and drinking ; he at least , for I was examining the ...
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... fear . I thank thee , Author of this opening day ! Thou whose bright sun now gilds the orient skies ! Riches denied , thy boon was purer joys , What wealth could never give nor take away ! Yet come , thou child of poverty and care ; The ...
... fear . I thank thee , Author of this opening day ! Thou whose bright sun now gilds the orient skies ! Riches denied , thy boon was purer joys , What wealth could never give nor take away ! Yet come , thou child of poverty and care ; The ...
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... fear doth work more in a child , for virtue and learning , I will gladly report , which may be heard with some pleasure , and followed with more profit . Before I went into Germany , I came to Brodegate in Leicestershire , to take my ...
... fear doth work more in a child , for virtue and learning , I will gladly report , which may be heard with some pleasure , and followed with more profit . Before I went into Germany , I came to Brodegate in Leicestershire , to take my ...
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amongst appear Aurengzebe barometer beauty birds Cæsar called character church civilization Count of Foix death delight divine Don Quixote doth Duchess Duchess of Malfi Duke of York earth eyes face father fear feeling Ferd flowers fortune friendship gave gentleman give hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honour human industry John Dighton kind king King of Navarre labour lady learning live look Lord Lord Clifford mankind master mind moral nature neighbours never night noble observed Perkin person pleasure Plutarch poets poor pray prince Richard Plantagenet Roger de Coverley sense servants Sir Alexander Ball Sir Roger soon soul speak spirit sweet talk tell thee things thou thought tion told took truth unto virtue whole wind word worthy young
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Página 573 - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing ; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Página 395 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Página 244 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 61 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — -and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how...
Página 227 - The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup : thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
Página 394 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 240 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Página 380 - For want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost; ' being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Página 46 - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.
Página 61 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!