Kottabos: College Miscellany, المجلد 3،العدد 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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الصفحة 11
... and placed instead in the brake , To appease the goddess , a roebuck , that bloodied the trampled ground , Shot with Olympian arrows , and mangled by fangs of the hound . W. W. Hamlet . COUNT O'ER THE JOYS THINE HOURS HAVE SEEN II.
... and placed instead in the brake , To appease the goddess , a roebuck , that bloodied the trampled ground , Shot with Olympian arrows , and mangled by fangs of the hound . W. W. Hamlet . COUNT O'ER THE JOYS THINE HOURS HAVE SEEN II.
الصفحة 12
College Miscellany. Hamlet . COUNT O'ER THE JOYS THINE HOURS HAVE SEEN , COUNT O'ER THY DAYS FROM ANGUISH FREE . To be , or not to be : that is the question : Whether ' tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous ...
College Miscellany. Hamlet . COUNT O'ER THE JOYS THINE HOURS HAVE SEEN , COUNT O'ER THY DAYS FROM ANGUISH FREE . To be , or not to be : that is the question : Whether ' tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous ...
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... hours of night ; But now this river's argent breast , The pale , sweet sky , the tender light Steal on the sense , and drink the soul ; The clear west opens , calm and broad ; The deep peace deepens , and the whole Stirr'd spirit ...
... hours of night ; But now this river's argent breast , The pale , sweet sky , the tender light Steal on the sense , and drink the soul ; The clear west opens , calm and broad ; The deep peace deepens , and the whole Stirr'd spirit ...
الصفحة 46
... hour , Stale tenets that thrill on a Sunday From the lips of a preacher of power ; When these have gone by with the tories , Our crescunt dolores refrain Shall be changed into crescit dolo res Our Lady of Gain ! On Mount Sinai , as ...
... hour , Stale tenets that thrill on a Sunday From the lips of a preacher of power ; When these have gone by with the tories , Our crescunt dolores refrain Shall be changed into crescit dolo res Our Lady of Gain ! On Mount Sinai , as ...
الصفحة 52
... hours of time , Will well become the seat of majesty , And make , no doubt , us happy by his reign . On him I lay what you would lay on me , The right and fortune of his happy stars ; Which God defend that I should wring from him ...
... hours of time , Will well become the seat of majesty , And make , no doubt , us happy by his reign . On him I lay what you would lay on me , The right and fortune of his happy stars ; Which God defend that I should wring from him ...
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الصفحة 232 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
الصفحة 282 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
الصفحة 230 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school : A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
الصفحة 224 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
الصفحة 106 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
الصفحة 12 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
الصفحة 230 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
الصفحة 184 - Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
الصفحة 316 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle, fought, and died ; Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
الصفحة 251 - But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?