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Page 33
... etymology of the names of mad by the poison contained in a these rivers
agrees with this descripgarment steeped in the blood of the tion ; Styx , Acheron ,
Cocytus , and centaur Nessus which Deïanira his Phlegethon , signifying
respectively ...
... etymology of the names of mad by the poison contained in a these rivers
agrees with this descripgarment steeped in the blood of the tion ; Styx , Acheron ,
Cocytus , and centaur Nessus which Deïanira his Phlegethon , signifying
respectively ...
Page 119
Flesh and blood , You brother mine , that entertained ambition , Expelled remorse
3 and nature ; who with Sebastian 1 May a solemn air , & c . care thy 2 Shed
sympathetic tears . brains ; i . e . bring them back to rea - 3 Mercy . son ( Whose ...
Flesh and blood , You brother mine , that entertained ambition , Expelled remorse
3 and nature ; who with Sebastian 1 May a solemn air , & c . care thy 2 Shed
sympathetic tears . brains ; i . e . bring them back to rea - 3 Mercy . son ( Whose ...
Page 120
Whe ' r thou beest he , or no , Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me , As late I
have been , I not know : thy pulse Beats , as of flesh and blood ; and , since I saw
thee , Alon . use they pulse aur thee , The affliction of my mind amends , with
which ...
Whe ' r thou beest he , or no , Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me , As late I
have been , I not know : thy pulse Beats , as of flesh and blood ; and , since I saw
thee , Alon . use they pulse aur thee , The affliction of my mind amends , with
which ...
Page 138
... That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come , you
spirits That tend on mortal thoughts “ , unsex me here ; And fill me , from the
crown to the toe , top - full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood , Stop up the
access ...
... That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements . Come , you
spirits That tend on mortal thoughts “ , unsex me here ; And fill me , from the
crown to the toe , top - full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood , Stop up the
access ...
Page 142
Will it not be received 10 , When we have marked with blood those sleepy two Of
his own chamber , and used their very daggers , That they have done it ? Lady
Macb . Who dares receive it other , 1 Heywood ' s Proverbs , 1566 . “ The 4 Good
...
Will it not be received 10 , When we have marked with blood those sleepy two Of
his own chamber , and used their very daggers , That they have done it ? Lady
Macb . Who dares receive it other , 1 Heywood ' s Proverbs , 1566 . “ The 4 Good
...
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Page 144 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 183 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 500 - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Page 185 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Page 285 - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 495 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Page 357 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
Page 493 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page 492 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 362 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
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| Title | Studies from the English poets |
| Author | George Frederick Graham |
| Publisher | Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1852 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 4 Aug 2006 |
| Length | 519 pages |
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