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... command success . In this career many have already done themselves honour by treading in your footsteps ; and more , it is to be hoped , will follow . Such imitators can never be termed a servile herd : every honest friend of the Muses ...
... command success . In this career many have already done themselves honour by treading in your footsteps ; and more , it is to be hoped , will follow . Such imitators can never be termed a servile herd : every honest friend of the Muses ...
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... command a fine view of the mansion . As the traveller halted here for a moment to contemplate his new purchase , in spite of his irritation he could not suppress • one of those loud involuntary " hems ! " 50 REUBEN APSLEY .
... command a fine view of the mansion . As the traveller halted here for a moment to contemplate his new purchase , in spite of his irritation he could not suppress • one of those loud involuntary " hems ! " 50 REUBEN APSLEY .
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... command respect by doling out his sententious indecisions in pompous alliterations : " Before this question is decided , " he exclaimed , rising up very for- mally from his chair , " I wish to offer a few words on the subject . Though I ...
... command respect by doling out his sententious indecisions in pompous alliterations : " Before this question is decided , " he exclaimed , rising up very for- mally from his chair , " I wish to offer a few words on the subject . Though I ...
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... had been gradually fortifying itself in resistance , until the command of the King himself would not have persuaded him to put the glass to his VOL . I. G lips . With a stern countenance , that declared he REUBEN APSLEY . 121.
... had been gradually fortifying itself in resistance , until the command of the King himself would not have persuaded him to put the glass to his VOL . I. G lips . With a stern countenance , that declared he REUBEN APSLEY . 121.
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... command of his fortune , he would em- bark for the East Indies , and devote his pro- perty , his time , his life , to an endeavour at ascertaining their fate . If he succeeded , he would for ever secure happiness to himself and them ...
... command of his fortune , he would em- bark for the East Indies , and devote his pro- perty , his time , his life , to an endeavour at ascertaining their fate . If he succeeded , he would for ever secure happiness to himself and them ...
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Page 196 - WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 233 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
Page 196 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 317 - LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart : For these may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, And love me still but know not why — So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anonymous.
Page 1 - The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb ; Which would not be if Reason ruled, or Wisdom weaved the web.
Page 22 - your father would have gone further." " Your majesty's father would not have gone so far," replied the duke. He ordered Huddleston, the priest, to publish a relation of Charles's dying in the communion of the Church of Rome, and he himself became the publisher of two papers, which he declared in his own royal name, and under his signature, were found by him in his brother's strong box ; their tendency being...
Page 317 - Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart, — For those may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why—- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anon.
Page 164 - Venus' sweet delight, Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes than serve for Cupid's fight : Shrill trumpets' sound, sharp swords, and lances strong, War, blood, and death, were matter of her song. The God of Love by chance had heard thereof, That I was prov'da rebel to his crown ; " Fit words for war," quoth he, with angry scoff, " A likely man to write of Mars his frown.
Page 60 - Bon ton never to define, or be defined. It is the child and the Parent of Jargon. It is — I can never tell you what it is : but I will try to tell you what it is not.