History of English Literature, 2. kötetH. Altemus, 1908 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 70 találatból.
5. oldal
... head . " Inigo Jones , his colleague , deprived him of the patron- age of the court . He was obliged to beg a supply of money from the Lord Treasurer , then from the Earl of Newcastle : • • " Disease , the enemy , and his CHAP . III . 5 ...
... head . " Inigo Jones , his colleague , deprived him of the patron- age of the court . He was obliged to beg a supply of money from the Lord Treasurer , then from the Earl of Newcastle : • • " Disease , the enemy , and his CHAP . III . 5 ...
26. oldal
... head ? M. O , sir , ' tis past the scotomy ; he now Hath lost his feeling , and hath left to snort : You hardly can perceive him , that he breathes . C. Excellent , excellent ! sure I shall outlast him : This makes me young again , a ...
... head ? M. O , sir , ' tis past the scotomy ; he now Hath lost his feeling , and hath left to snort : You hardly can perceive him , that he breathes . C. Excellent , excellent ! sure I shall outlast him : This makes me young again , a ...
31. oldal
... heads of parrots , tongues of nightingales , The brains of peacocks , and of estriches , Shall be our food . • Conscience ? ' Tis the beggar's virtue . Thy baths shall be the juice of July flowers , Spirit of roses , and of violets ...
... heads of parrots , tongues of nightingales , The brains of peacocks , and of estriches , Shall be our food . • Conscience ? ' Tis the beggar's virtue . Thy baths shall be the juice of July flowers , Spirit of roses , and of violets ...
36. oldal
... head and stuffs up his ears . Captain Otter cries , " Sound , Tritons o ' the Thames ! Nunc est bibendum , nunc pede libero . " " Villains , murderers , sons of the earth and traitors , " cries Morose from above , " what do you there ...
... head and stuffs up his ears . Captain Otter cries , " Sound , Tritons o ' the Thames ! Nunc est bibendum , nunc pede libero . " " Villains , murderers , sons of the earth and traitors , " cries Morose from above , " what do you there ...
39. oldal
... head over night ? " 2 They are good - tempered gods . Echo , awoke by Mercury weeps for the " too beauteous boy Narcissus " : " That trophy of self - love , and spoil of nature , Who , now transformed into this drooping flower , 1 By ...
... head over night ? " 2 They are good - tempered gods . Echo , awoke by Mercury weeps for the " too beauteous boy Narcissus " : " That trophy of self - love , and spoil of nature , Who , now transformed into this drooping flower , 1 By ...
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57. oldal - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
254. oldal - ... books are not absolutely dead things but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them. I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragons teeth, and being sown up and down may chance to spring up armed men.
22. oldal - As when some one peculiar quality Doth so possess a man, that it doth draw All his affects, his spirits, and his powers, In their confluctions, all to run one way, This may be truly said to be a humour.
94. oldal - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly.
117. oldal - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes...
288. oldal - And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks ; and in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle.
99. oldal - O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! " Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter...
269. oldal - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk ; But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
156. oldal - Almighty and most merciful Father, We have erred and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts. We have offended against thy holy laws. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
295. oldal - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...