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Act III bear beauty better bird breath bright BYRON Canto Character comes dark dead death doth dream earth Essay eyes face fair faith fall Fame fear feel flowers friendship GEORGE give gold golden grave green grow Hamlet hand happy hath head hear heart heaven Henry hope hour human John King leaves light lilies Line live LONGFELLOW look Lost Macbeth Measure MILTON mind Moral morning nature never Night o'er once Paradise Lost pleasure poor POPE rest Richard rose round Seasons sing sleep Song soul Spring summer sweet TENNYSON thee things thou Thoughts true truth turn VIII violets wind young
Page 263 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 271 - MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May ! that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 323 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime The image of Eternity the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 118 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 286 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent. Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part. As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns. As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills. he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 208 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 126 - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago ; And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood. And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men. And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen.
Page 30 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted nevermore!
Page 19 - Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say, there is no sin, but to be rich ; And being rich, my virtue then shall be, To say, there is no vice, but beggary : Since kings break faith upon commodity, Gain, be my lord ; for I will worship thee ! [Exit.