Kottabos: College Miscellany, Zväzok 3,Vydanie 1W. McGee, 1877 |
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Strana 14
... KING JOHN III . I. PHIL . I may disjoin my hand , but not my faith . PAND . So makest thou faith an enemy to faith n ; And like a civil war set'st oath to oath , Thy tongue against thy tongue . O , let thy vow First made to heaven ...
... KING JOHN III . I. PHIL . I may disjoin my hand , but not my faith . PAND . So makest thou faith an enemy to faith n ; And like a civil war set'st oath to oath , Thy tongue against thy tongue . O , let thy vow First made to heaven ...
Strana 33
... King . J. F. W. HERE and how shall I earliest greet him ? What are the snubs that will make him swear ? By what arts ... King ! my King ! I will not dream of him sage and wary ; He that I love must be wild and brave ; I do not say that ...
... King . J. F. W. HERE and how shall I earliest greet him ? What are the snubs that will make him swear ? By what arts ... King ! my King ! I will not dream of him sage and wary ; He that I love must be wild and brave ; I do not say that ...
Strana 54
... king , In the centre of pleasances green and sweet ; Hearing the tree - tops murmuring , Hearing the far - away sounds of the street . With only to lean o'er the garden - bed , To see steadfast Jupiter shine in the south- To see ...
... king , In the centre of pleasances green and sweet ; Hearing the tree - tops murmuring , Hearing the far - away sounds of the street . With only to lean o'er the garden - bed , To see steadfast Jupiter shine in the south- To see ...
Strana 66
... King . We have scotch'd the snake , not kill'd it ; She'll close , and be herself ; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former teeth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal ...
... King . We have scotch'd the snake , not kill'd it ; She'll close , and be herself ; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former teeth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal ...
Strana 113
... shafted spheres The huge sun stands : the red - ribb'd beams Glow round him : some huge king he seems Returning , bleeding , from his wars , Pierced with a thousand fiery spears . Back reels the simple shepherd , awed : He fears.
... shafted spheres The huge sun stands : the red - ribb'd beams Glow round him : some huge king he seems Returning , bleeding , from his wars , Pierced with a thousand fiery spears . Back reels the simple shepherd , awed : He fears.
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Strana 232 - AND after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
Strana 282 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air : And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve ; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Strana 230 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school : A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Strana 224 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Strana 106 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Strana 12 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes...
Strana 230 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Strana 184 - Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Strana 316 - Such the bard's prophetic words, Pregnant with celestial fire, Bending as he swept the chords Of his sweet but awful lyre. She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle, fought, and died ; Dying, hurl'd them at the foe.
Strana 251 - 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?