Smaller specimens of English literature, with notes. Ed. by W. Smithsir William Smith 1869 |
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Strana 32
... breath " ( Shak . Hamlet ) . 34. An , if ; a word in common use during this period . The phrase " ifs and ans " was a common expression for anything contingent . 36. Feindes . Fiend ( Ger . feind ) , fr . Goth . fijan , to hate ...
... breath " ( Shak . Hamlet ) . 34. An , if ; a word in common use during this period . The phrase " ifs and ans " was a common expression for anything contingent . 36. Feindes . Fiend ( Ger . feind ) , fr . Goth . fijan , to hate ...
Strana 42
... breath , For brief , the shape and messenger of Death . 19. Staring of his hair , the growing rigid of his hair , Ger . starr , stiff . Stare still means " to look with rigid eyes . " Stark would seem to have come from the same root ...
... breath , For brief , the shape and messenger of Death . 19. Staring of his hair , the growing rigid of his hair , Ger . starr , stiff . Stare still means " to look with rigid eyes . " Stark would seem to have come from the same root ...
Strana 59
... to shepherds and to kings , Sole comforter of minds with grief oppress'd ; 1. Silence ' , genit . sing . , as in " for conscience ' sake . " 5 Lo , by thy charming rod , all breathing A.D. 1588-1645 . 59 GILES FLETCHER . 69 Sleep.
... to shepherds and to kings , Sole comforter of minds with grief oppress'd ; 1. Silence ' , genit . sing . , as in " for conscience ' sake . " 5 Lo , by thy charming rod , all breathing A.D. 1588-1645 . 59 GILES FLETCHER . 69 Sleep.
Strana 60
sir William Smith. 5 Lo , by thy charming rod , all breathing things Lie slumbering , with forgetfulness possess'd , And yet o'er me to spread thy drowsy wings Thou spar'st , alas ! who cannot be thy guest . Since I am thine , O come ...
sir William Smith. 5 Lo , by thy charming rod , all breathing things Lie slumbering , with forgetfulness possess'd , And yet o'er me to spread thy drowsy wings Thou spar'st , alas ! who cannot be thy guest . Since I am thine , O come ...
Strana 84
... breath , 5 That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres , To hear the sea - maid's music .. Puck . I remember . Obe . That very time I saw ( but thou couldst not ) , Flying between the cold ...
... breath , 5 That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres , To hear the sea - maid's music .. Puck . I remember . Obe . That very time I saw ( but thou couldst not ) , Flying between the cold ...
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Strana 70 - Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Strana 192 - I'm weary of conjectures : — this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword. Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The...
Strana 238 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Strana 290 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Strana 294 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Strana 87 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Strana 217 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron, which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Strana 302 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Strana 98 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Strana 254 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent Lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...