Smaller specimens of English literature, with notes. Ed. by W. Smithsir William Smith 1869 |
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... Happy Life Abraham Cowley : - 112 82 . Hymn to Light 116 78. Richard Lovelace . To Lucasta , on going to the Wars 83 . Character of Cromwell .. 117 113 84. John Hales . Peace in the Church 119 85. William Chillingworth . The Religion of ...
... Happy Life Abraham Cowley : - 112 82 . Hymn to Light 116 78. Richard Lovelace . To Lucasta , on going to the Wars 83 . Character of Cromwell .. 117 113 84. John Hales . Peace in the Church 119 85. William Chillingworth . The Religion of ...
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... happy man , saith he , that lo I see , Grazing his cattle in those pleasant fields , 10 If he but knew his good . How blessed he That feels not what affliction greatness yields ! Other than what he is he would not be , Nor change his ...
... happy man , saith he , that lo I see , Grazing his cattle in those pleasant fields , 10 If he but knew his good . How blessed he That feels not what affliction greatness yields ! Other than what he is he would not be , Nor change his ...
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... happy you that look as from the shore , 25 And have no venture in the wreck you see ; No interest , no occasion to deplore Other men's travels , while yourselves sit free . How much doth your sweet rest make us the more To see our ...
... happy you that look as from the shore , 25 And have no venture in the wreck you see ; No interest , no occasion to deplore Other men's travels , while yourselves sit free . How much doth your sweet rest make us the more To see our ...
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... happy , for when they die , Their souls are soon dissolved in elements : But mine must live still to be plagued in hell . 45 Curst be the parents that engender'd me : No , Faustus , curse thyself , curse Lucifer , That hath deprived ...
... happy , for when they die , Their souls are soon dissolved in elements : But mine must live still to be plagued in hell . 45 Curst be the parents that engender'd me : No , Faustus , curse thyself , curse Lucifer , That hath deprived ...
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... happy , my good Cromwell . 30 I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities , A still and quiet conscience . The king has cur'd me , I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders , These ruin'd ...
... happy , my good Cromwell . 30 I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities , A still and quiet conscience . The king has cur'd me , I humbly thank his grace ; and from these shoulders , These ruin'd ...
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Seite 70 - Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Seite 192 - I'm weary of conjectures : — this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword. Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The...
Seite 238 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Seite 290 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Seite 294 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Seite 87 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Seite 217 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron, which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Seite 302 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Seite 98 - Besides, this Duncan 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...
Seite 254 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent Lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...