The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Sketches, and a Rapid View of the Characteristic Attributes of EachA. & C. Black, 1850 - 544 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 64
... thou foul mother of annoyance sad , Sister of heavy Death , and nurse of Woe , Which was begot in Heaven , but for thy bad And brutish shape thrust down to Hell below , Where , by the grim flood of Cocytus2 slow , Thy dwelling is in ...
... thou foul mother of annoyance sad , Sister of heavy Death , and nurse of Woe , Which was begot in Heaven , but for thy bad And brutish shape thrust down to Hell below , Where , by the grim flood of Cocytus2 slow , Thy dwelling is in ...
الصفحة 74
... thou hast no hope of heaven . Faust . Oh , thou bewitching fiend ! ' twas thy temptation Hath robbed me of eternal happiness . Meph . I do confess it , Faustus , and rejoice . ' Twas I , that when thou wert the way to heaven Damm'd up ...
... thou hast no hope of heaven . Faust . Oh , thou bewitching fiend ! ' twas thy temptation Hath robbed me of eternal happiness . Meph . I do confess it , Faustus , and rejoice . ' Twas I , that when thou wert the way to heaven Damm'd up ...
الصفحة 75
... thou ? - ' tis too late . Despair ! -Farewell . Fools that will laugh on earth must weep in hell . Enter the Good and Bad Angels . G. Ang . Oh , Faustus , if thou hadst given ear to me , Innumerable joys had followed thee . But thou ...
... thou ? - ' tis too late . Despair ! -Farewell . Fools that will laugh on earth must weep in hell . Enter the Good and Bad Angels . G. Ang . Oh , Faustus , if thou hadst given ear to me , Innumerable joys had followed thee . But thou ...
الصفحة 86
... thou art , Servile to all the skiey influences That do this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict ; merely thou art death's fool ; 1 For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun , And yet runn'st tow'rd him still . Thou art ...
... thou art , Servile to all the skiey influences That do this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict ; merely thou art death's fool ; 1 For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun , And yet runn'st tow'rd him still . Thou art ...
الصفحة 87
... thou'rt old and rich , Thou hast neither heat , affection , limb , nor beauty , To make thy riches pleasant . What's yet in this , That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear , That ...
... thou'rt old and rich , Thou hast neither heat , affection , limb , nor beauty , To make thy riches pleasant . What's yet in this , That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear , That ...
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الصفحة 114 - 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...
الصفحة 522 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
الصفحة 103 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
الصفحة 114 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 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 ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
الصفحة 103 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
الصفحة 186 - Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
الصفحة 365 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
الصفحة 174 - For, if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould...
الصفحة 242 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
الصفحة 200 - Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.