The essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1840 |
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... , IN HERTFORDSHIRE MY FIRST PLAY MODERN GALLANTRY THE OLD BENCHERS OF THE INNER TEMPLE GRACE BEFORE MEAT PAGE 5 8 14 17 20 23 26 28 30 35 39 42 44 47 49 52 54 59 DREAM - CHILDREN ; A REVERIE DISTANT CORRESPONDENTS THE PRAISE.
... , IN HERTFORDSHIRE MY FIRST PLAY MODERN GALLANTRY THE OLD BENCHERS OF THE INNER TEMPLE GRACE BEFORE MEAT PAGE 5 8 14 17 20 23 26 28 30 35 39 42 44 47 49 52 54 59 DREAM - CHILDREN ; A REVERIE DISTANT CORRESPONDENTS THE PRAISE.
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... playing with thee all this while ? -peradventure the very names , which I have summoned up before thee , are fantastic - insubstantial - like Henry ... play the gentleman , enact the student OXFORD IN THE VACATION . OXFORD IN THE VACATION.
... playing with thee all this while ? -peradventure the very names , which I have summoned up before thee , are fantastic - insubstantial - like Henry ... play the gentleman , enact the student OXFORD IN THE VACATION . OXFORD IN THE VACATION.
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... play the gentleman , enact the student . To stich a one as myself , who has been defrauded in his young years of the sweet food of academic institution , nowhere is so pleasant , to while away a few idle weeks at , as one or other of ...
... play the gentleman , enact the student . To stich a one as myself , who has been defrauded in his young years of the sweet food of academic institution , nowhere is so pleasant , to while away a few idle weeks at , as one or other of ...
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... play- mates . O the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have towards it in those unfledged years ! How , in my dreams , would my native town ( far in the west ) come back , with its ...
... play- mates . O the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have towards it in those unfledged years ! How , in my dreams , would my native town ( far in the west ) come back , with its ...
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... play with him . He was excommu- nicated ; put out of the pale of the school . He was too powerful a boy to be beaten , but he underwent every mode of that negative punish- ment , which is more grievous than many stripes . Still he ...
... play with him . He was excommu- nicated ; put out of the pale of the school . He was too powerful a boy to be beaten , but he underwent every mode of that negative punish- ment , which is more grievous than many stripes . Still he ...
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Angelo Anthonio Antipholis Bassanio beauty Benedick Bertram better brother brought called Cassio child Claudio confess count Paris cousin Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dreams Dromio duke Ephesus eyes face fancy father fear feel Ganimed gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hath hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hertfordshire honour husband Iago Illyria Imogen Isabel Katherine kind king knew lady Leonato lived look lord lord Capulet Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid manner Marina marriage married master Michael Cassio mind nature never night noble Olivia once Orlando Othello passion Pericles person Petruchio play pleasant poor Portia present prince Prospero Protheus Quakers queen remember replied Romeo Rosalind seemed seen Shylock sight sleep sort speak spirit strange sweet tell thee thing thou thought Timon tion told true truth Tybalt Valentine Viola whist wife wish words young youth
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الصفحة 55 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
الصفحة 55 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
الصفحة 74 - Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
الصفحة 73 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
الصفحة 69 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
الصفحة 74 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
الصفحة 50 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
الصفحة 95 - twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man; she thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
الصفحة 75 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced.
الصفحة 42 - Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness!