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Amer. Book Company, 1906
 

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Seite 245 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Seite 263 - What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.
Seite 239 - On the other side, Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
Seite 212 - They have tied me to a stake ; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. — What's he, That was not born of woman ? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter young SIWARD.
Seite 166 - O you heavenly charmers, What things you make of us ! For what we lack We laugh, for what we have are sorry ; still Are children in some kind.
Seite 105 - The birch upon the breeches of the small ones, And humble with a ferula the tall ones, Do here present this machine, or this frame ; And, dainty duke, whose doughty dismal fame From Dis to Daedalus, from post to pillar, Is blown abroad...
Seite 57 - The one of th' other may be said to water Their intertangled roots of love ; but I And she (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent, Loved for we did, and like the elements That know not what, nor why, yet do effect Rare issues by their operance ; our souls Did so to one another : what she...
Seite 90 - O thou most perfidious That ever gently look'd ! the void'st of honour That e'er bore gentle token ! falsest cousin That ever blood made kin ! call'st thou her thine? I'll prove it in my shackles, with these hands Void of...
Seite 40 - Roses, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue ; Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true...
Seite 68 - Dare take this from us ; here with a little patience We shall live long, and loving; no surfeits seek us; The hand of war hurts none here, nor the seas Swallow their youth. Were we at liberty, A wife might part us lawfully...

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