Kottabos: College Miscellany, Zväzok 3W. McGee, 1881 |
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Strana 3
... lost in the leaning wood . As a Bacchanal starts from slumber , on snowy ridges remote , To see o'er the peaks and gorges the silvery moonbeams float , So the soul of the youth was smitten with wildest wonder through ; And a deadly ...
... lost in the leaning wood . As a Bacchanal starts from slumber , on snowy ridges remote , To see o'er the peaks and gorges the silvery moonbeams float , So the soul of the youth was smitten with wildest wonder through ; And a deadly ...
Strana 36
... lost ; And that same glorious beauty's idle boast Is but a bait such wretches to beguile , As being long in her love's tempest tost , She means at last to make her piteous spoil . O fairest Fair ! let it be never named That so fair ...
... lost ; And that same glorious beauty's idle boast Is but a bait such wretches to beguile , As being long in her love's tempest tost , She means at last to make her piteous spoil . O fairest Fair ! let it be never named That so fair ...
Strana 39
... lost Out of our minds . Who would peruse The imperfections of the Ghost , Or shovings - on of Elsinore towers , While Irving held us by a spell ? A thousand hearts were tranced with ours , A thousand bosoms rose and fell With Hamlet's ...
... lost Out of our minds . Who would peruse The imperfections of the Ghost , Or shovings - on of Elsinore towers , While Irving held us by a spell ? A thousand hearts were tranced with ours , A thousand bosoms rose and fell With Hamlet's ...
Strana 73
... lost to the land of the living , My daughter , and vainly I weep , For our joys and our loves and our grieving Are lighter than visions of sleep . Yet I linger with ceaseless complaining , In the ways that Proserpina trod , Though I ...
... lost to the land of the living , My daughter , and vainly I weep , For our joys and our loves and our grieving Are lighter than visions of sleep . Yet I linger with ceaseless complaining , In the ways that Proserpina trod , Though I ...
Strana 99
... Lost in inspired compelling will . But then came , strangling in their birth Frank joy and seasonable mirth , The wail of anguish of the earth . Doubt rose , and sternly cried to me , " How canst thou sing for joy , and see This mystery ...
... Lost in inspired compelling will . But then came , strangling in their birth Frank joy and seasonable mirth , The wail of anguish of the earth . Doubt rose , and sternly cried to me , " How canst thou sing for joy , and see This mystery ...
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Strana 12 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.
Strana 268 - 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 326 - QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Strana 316 - 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 266 - 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 200 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect.
Strana 66 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly...
Strana 280 - 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 258 - 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 136 - 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.