The Masterpieces and the History of Literature: Analysis, Criticism, Character and Incident, Band 6Julian Hawthorne Hamilton Book Company, 1902 |
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... o'er his head , His Galatea on these plains he wooed , But not , like other swains , the Nymph pursued With fragrant flowers , or fruits or garlands fair , But with hot madness and aburpt despair . And while his bleating flocks ...
... o'er his head , His Galatea on these plains he wooed , But not , like other swains , the Nymph pursued With fragrant flowers , or fruits or garlands fair , But with hot madness and aburpt despair . And while his bleating flocks ...
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... o'er my blubbered lips projects my nose . Yet , homely as I am , large flocks I keep , And drain the udders of a thousand sheep ; My pails with milk , my shelves with cheese they fill , In scorching summer and in winter chill . The ...
... o'er my blubbered lips projects my nose . Yet , homely as I am , large flocks I keep , And drain the udders of a thousand sheep ; My pails with milk , my shelves with cheese they fill , In scorching summer and in winter chill . The ...
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... o'er , As the young nightingales , from branch to branch , Hover and try their wings before they launch Themselves in the broad air . But , Oh ! the sight Of gold and ebony ! of ivory white Behold the pair of eagles ! up they move With ...
... o'er , As the young nightingales , from branch to branch , Hover and try their wings before they launch Themselves in the broad air . But , Oh ! the sight Of gold and ebony ! of ivory white Behold the pair of eagles ! up they move With ...
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... o'er And ointments ; let them perish utterly , Since he , who was thy sweetest , is no more . He lies in purple ; him the weeping Loves deplore . Their curls are shorn : one breaks his bow ; another His arrows and the quiver ; this ...
... o'er And ointments ; let them perish utterly , Since he , who was thy sweetest , is no more . He lies in purple ; him the weeping Loves deplore . Their curls are shorn : one breaks his bow ; another His arrows and the quiver ; this ...
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... o'er every seer renowned To future ages . He shall read the flights Of birds , and know whatever on the wing Hovers auspicious , or ill - omened flies , Or void of auspice . Many oracles To the Boeotians shall his tongue reveal ; To ...
... o'er every seer renowned To future ages . He shall read the flights Of birds , and know whatever on the wing Hovers auspicious , or ill - omened flies , Or void of auspice . Many oracles To the Boeotians shall his tongue reveal ; To ...
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Seite 318 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge ! revenge...
Seite 314 - In the first rank of these did Zimri stand ;* A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long...
Seite 289 - Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of Errant Saints, whom all men grant To be the true Church Militant...
Seite 284 - 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.
Seite 364 - Pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels fell, Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel: And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
Seite 315 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Seite 316 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Seite 362 - And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies. Not louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast When husbands, or when lap-dogs, breathe their last; Or when rich China vessels, fallen from high, In glittering dust and painted fragments lie! " Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine...
Seite 332 - But being ill-used by the above-mentioned widow, he was very serious for a year and a half ; and though, his temper being naturally jovial, he at last got over it, he grew careless of himself, and never dressed afterwards. He continues to wear a coat and doublet of the same cut that were in fashion at the time of his repulse...
Seite 316 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung: Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace, He shows his honest face; Now give the hautboys breath: he comes! he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...