Kottabos: College Miscellany, المجلد 3W. McGee, 1881 |
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... pass , Where lovelier far than Aegle , or her eyes ' bright witchery , Was Morning , born of the marriage of silent Sky and Sea . So the hunter , young Actaeon , to the mount Cithaeron came , And blew his horn , in the dank white morn ...
... pass , Where lovelier far than Aegle , or her eyes ' bright witchery , Was Morning , born of the marriage of silent Sky and Sea . So the hunter , young Actaeon , to the mount Cithaeron came , And blew his horn , in the dank white morn ...
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... pass the grave , My Bridegroom waiteth me to lead me in To His own place , -Lord Christ , who lovest me , Deign to receive my life's virginity ! " W. C. K. W. WE 3 Dirge . E stray'd along the shingly shore , Me and my second coz ; But ...
... pass the grave , My Bridegroom waiteth me to lead me in To His own place , -Lord Christ , who lovest me , Deign to receive my life's virginity ! " W. C. K. W. WE 3 Dirge . E stray'd along the shingly shore , Me and my second coz ; But ...
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... pass . To - day when she open'd the door , methought ' Twas a picture of light that the doorway spann'd ; And the fresh free scents of the pasture land Swept round her steps in the air she brought . Her gait is a tune , her voice is a ...
... pass . To - day when she open'd the door , methought ' Twas a picture of light that the doorway spann'd ; And the fresh free scents of the pasture land Swept round her steps in the air she brought . Her gait is a tune , her voice is a ...
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... might suffer With a wisp of threads he found on the buffer ; ( The improvement , indeed , was not very great ) . Then he spat , and pass'd his pipe to his mate . And his whole face laugh'd with an honest mirth , In the Engine Shed. ...
... might suffer With a wisp of threads he found on the buffer ; ( The improvement , indeed , was not very great ) . Then he spat , and pass'd his pipe to his mate . And his whole face laugh'd with an honest mirth , In the Engine Shed. ...
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... pass'd- You have no notion of how fast- A girl shrank back from our baleful blast . We were going a mile a quarter a minute With vans and carriages down the incline , But I saw her face , and the sunshine in it , I look'd in her eyes ...
... pass'd- You have no notion of how fast- A girl shrank back from our baleful blast . We were going a mile a quarter a minute With vans and carriages down the incline , But I saw her face , and the sunshine in it , I look'd in her eyes ...
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الصفحة 12 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.
الصفحة 268 - 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 326 - QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
الصفحة 316 - 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 266 - 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 200 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect.
الصفحة 66 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly...
الصفحة 280 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
الصفحة 258 - 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 136 - 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.