Scraps. [An anthology, ed.] by H. Jenkinsesq Henry Jenkins 1864 |
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Strana 12
... head , And feeble was the giant limb , And his twelve mighty sons drew nigh In grief to see their father die . But sudden as the thunder roll A new - born spirit fill'd his frame , His fainting visage flash'd with soul , His lip was ...
... head , And feeble was the giant limb , And his twelve mighty sons drew nigh In grief to see their father die . But sudden as the thunder roll A new - born spirit fill'd his frame , His fainting visage flash'd with soul , His lip was ...
Strana 16
... head , A smoky breath and blackened tooth ? And would'st thou have thy freshness fade , And wrinkle up thy leaf of youth ? Would'st thou have thy voice to lose its tone , - Thy heavenly note a bagpipe's drone ? If thou would'st thy ...
... head , A smoky breath and blackened tooth ? And would'st thou have thy freshness fade , And wrinkle up thy leaf of youth ? Would'st thou have thy voice to lose its tone , - Thy heavenly note a bagpipe's drone ? If thou would'st thy ...
Strana 28
... head and singular I act , Cut off my tail and plural I appear , Cut off my head and tail tho ' strange the fact , My middle's left ; but I am nothing here . What is my head cut off ? A sounding sea . What is my tail cut off ? A flowing ...
... head and singular I act , Cut off my tail and plural I appear , Cut off my head and tail tho ' strange the fact , My middle's left ; but I am nothing here . What is my head cut off ? A sounding sea . What is my tail cut off ? A flowing ...
Strana 29
... head . 60. That which goes into it . 61. Noise . 62. Cod . 63. Since a man of deceit can best count - er - feit , I should therefore suppose , he could best count her toes . THE LIGHT OF HOME . My boy thou wilt dream the world is fair ...
... head . 60. That which goes into it . 61. Noise . 62. Cod . 63. Since a man of deceit can best count - er - feit , I should therefore suppose , he could best count her toes . THE LIGHT OF HOME . My boy thou wilt dream the world is fair ...
Strana 33
... head doth twine , Who presseth her rosy lips to mine , Who singeth me songs in her artless glee , Can any love me better than she ? Yet , when I ask'd , that sister confess'd , Of all , she did not love me best . Who loves me best ? -my ...
... head doth twine , Who presseth her rosy lips to mine , Who singeth me songs in her artless glee , Can any love me better than she ? Yet , when I ask'd , that sister confess'd , Of all , she did not love me best . Who loves me best ? -my ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
Ajax Allan Water ancient Antony appear Ashton beauty blessed blood Boswell breath Brutus Cæsar called Canaan Cassius Christian Cominius conversation Cordelia Coriolanus dear death delight divine dost doth earth Egypt fair Falstaff father fear feel fire fool Garrick give grace hand happy hath hear heart heaven holy honour horse hour hyd y Iago Ivanhoe Jews Johnson Judea king labour lady land Lear light live look Lord Macbeth Mark Antony Master Menenius mind morning nature never night noble o'er observed Othello Pandarus passion Patroclus peace pleasure poor praise pray Prince Henry Ravenswood religion Scotland seems Shakspeare sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit sweet talk tears tell thee Thersites thine things thou art thou hast thought tion truth virtue voice walk word youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 373 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make 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...
Strana 373 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Strana 56 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Strana 372 - With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Strana 298 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Strana 54 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or' the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Strana 427 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Strana 44 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Strana 328 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Strana 229 - More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...