The Handbook of Specimens of English Literature: Selected from the Chief British Authors, and Arranged ChronologicallyReligious Tract Society, 1880 - 688 strán (strany) |
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Strana 78
... show so lively in mine eyes , That now I sighed , and then I smiled , as cause of thoughts did rise . I saw the little boy , and thought how oft 78 [ 1516- ENGLISH LIT .: CHAUCER TO SHAKESPEARE . HENRY HOWARD, 1516-1547.
... show so lively in mine eyes , That now I sighed , and then I smiled , as cause of thoughts did rise . I saw the little boy , and thought how oft 78 [ 1516- ENGLISH LIT .: CHAUCER TO SHAKESPEARE . HENRY HOWARD, 1516-1547.
Strana 89
... eyes Be such as they have been , Methinks I see among them all , This same should be the Queen . ' The Queen . ' ' Her grace . 55. Thomas Sackville , 1536-1608 . ( Handbook , pars 1577. ] 89 GASCOIGNE . GEORGE GASCOIGNE, 1540-1577 Men ...
... eyes Be such as they have been , Methinks I see among them all , This same should be the Queen . ' The Queen . ' ' Her grace . 55. Thomas Sackville , 1536-1608 . ( Handbook , pars 1577. ] 89 GASCOIGNE . GEORGE GASCOIGNE, 1540-1577 Men ...
Strana 90
... eyes unsted fast , rolling here and there , Whirl'd on each place , as place that vengeance brought , So was her mind continually in fear , Toss'd and tormented by the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought ...
... eyes unsted fast , rolling here and there , Whirl'd on each place , as place that vengeance brought , So was her mind continually in fear , Toss'd and tormented by the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought ...
Strana 96
... eyes of the most beautifull , and makes them see therein their deformitie and rottennesse ; and they acknowledge it . Oh eloquent , just , and mightie Death ! whom none could advise , thou hast perswaded ; what none hath dared , thou ...
... eyes of the most beautifull , and makes them see therein their deformitie and rottennesse ; and they acknowledge it . Oh eloquent , just , and mightie Death ! whom none could advise , thou hast perswaded ; what none hath dared , thou ...
Strana 97
... eye of heaven , shynèd bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place ; Did ever mortall eye behold such heavenly grace ? It fortunéd , out of the thickest wood A ramping lyon rushed suddeinly , Hunting full greedy after salvage blood ...
... eye of heaven , shynèd bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place ; Did ever mortall eye behold such heavenly grace ? It fortunéd , out of the thickest wood A ramping lyon rushed suddeinly , Hunting full greedy after salvage blood ...
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Strana 420 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Strana 576 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Strana 602 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Strana 118 - 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.
Strana 611 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Strana 116 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Strana 188 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Strana 306 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Strana 136 - ... of business. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Strana 472 - It was at Rome, on the 15th of October, 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the bare-footed friars were singing vespers in the temple of Jupiter,* that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind.