The Outline of Literature, Band 2John Drinkwater G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1923 - 1136 Seiten |
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... hand , must add Flies may do this , but I from this must fly . It is noticeable though , how , as the tragedy develops , Shake- speare's grasp is firmer . Take the scene of parting , which be- gins Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near ...
... hand , must add Flies may do this , but I from this must fly . It is noticeable though , how , as the tragedy develops , Shake- speare's grasp is firmer . Take the scene of parting , which be- gins Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near ...
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... - head and a coxcomb and a knave , a thin - faced knave , a gull . 1A later hand than Shakespeare's may have done this . The play did not see print for 23 years . ENA " White Studios 64 66 But we may previse 336 The Outline of Literature.
... - head and a coxcomb and a knave , a thin - faced knave , a gull . 1A later hand than Shakespeare's may have done this . The play did not see print for 23 years . ENA " White Studios 64 66 But we may previse 336 The Outline of Literature.
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... hand to him and away - puffs his old chest and pulls his moustache with She's a beagle , true bred , and one that adores me ; what o ' that ? who can resist the pathos of I was adored once , too ! Sir Andrew was a fool , but Sir Andrew ...
... hand to him and away - puffs his old chest and pulls his moustache with She's a beagle , true bred , and one that adores me ; what o ' that ? who can resist the pathos of I was adored once , too ! Sir Andrew was a fool , but Sir Andrew ...
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... hand in hand they pass'd , the loveliest pair That ever since in love's embraces met ; Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons , the fairest of her daughters Eve . Under a tuft of shade , that on a green Stood whisp'ring soft ...
... hand in hand they pass'd , the loveliest pair That ever since in love's embraces met ; Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons , the fairest of her daughters Eve . Under a tuft of shade , that on a green Stood whisp'ring soft ...
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... hand . We had no inclination to part presently , and therefore turned to stand in a corner under a pent - house - for it began to rain -and immediately the wind rose , and the rain increased so much , that both became so inconvenient as ...
... hand . We had no inclination to part presently , and therefore turned to stand in a corner under a pent - house - for it began to rain -and immediately the wind rose , and the rain increased so much , that both became so inconvenient as ...
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Seite 386 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Seite 356 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Seite 368 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Seite 618 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Seite 349 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Seite 382 - OF MAN'S first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, Heavenly Muse...
Seite 630 - What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Seite 474 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Seite 351 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein as in a mirror we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period...
Seite 385 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.