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It shone so clear from the black ' ning tree , So very light , That the dark look ' d
bright , By ' r Lady , ' twas like thee ! ... Twas strangely like my pretty Jess , I saw it
in the paly light ; The firmament hath not a star That looks to me so bright .
It shone so clear from the black ' ning tree , So very light , That the dark look ' d
bright , By ' r Lady , ' twas like thee ! ... Twas strangely like my pretty Jess , I saw it
in the paly light ; The firmament hath not a star That looks to me so bright .
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How , think you , did think it has been too much for me ; I have so longed it learn ?
who teaches it ? Some birds work quicker to get back to father ' s house , and to
look over these and more skilfully than others . A friend of mine who hills once ...
How , think you , did think it has been too much for me ; I have so longed it learn ?
who teaches it ? Some birds work quicker to get back to father ' s house , and to
look over these and more skilfully than others . A friend of mine who hills once ...
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That was another blow which fell with He wrote to me in his last moments : read
that stunning force ; for the boy was dear to me as my letter Montressor , and
wonder not that I am dying own soul , and I never look around me that I do with a
...
That was another blow which fell with He wrote to me in his last moments : read
that stunning force ; for the boy was dear to me as my letter Montressor , and
wonder not that I am dying own soul , and I never look around me that I do with a
...
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Although Es - la - hat - ke * looks on thee with scorn ; is glory enough for all .
Whatever may be our idea of And gaze , Indian boy , on the blossoming rose , -
the well deserved honor and confidence in which WashFor thine eyes look their
last ...
Although Es - la - hat - ke * looks on thee with scorn ; is glory enough for all .
Whatever may be our idea of And gaze , Indian boy , on the blossoming rose , -
the well deserved honor and confidence in which WashFor thine eyes look their
last ...
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and he describes him as possessing more of the true “ But surely , madam , no
picture can be to you a spirit of genius - more enthusiasm for his art , than any
resemblance of your daughter that is made to look one he has ever known .
and he describes him as possessing more of the true “ But surely , madam , no
picture can be to you a spirit of genius - more enthusiasm for his art , than any
resemblance of your daughter that is made to look one he has ever known .
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لم نعثر على أي مراجعات في الأماكن المعتادة.
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الصفحة 130 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
الصفحة 195 - We see in needle-works and embroideries, it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground, than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed: for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity doth best discover virtue.
الصفحة 280 - Wherefore, that here we may briefly end, of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world; all things in heaven• and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
الصفحة 147 - And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?
الصفحة 88 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
الصفحة 21 - For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age.
الصفحة 195 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
الصفحة 130 - O ! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give : The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves.
الصفحة 204 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
الصفحة 130 - Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...