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... half . And therefore hath it befallen many times of one thing that I have heard countedio when I was young , how a worthy man departed some- time from our countries for to go search the world . And so he passed Ind and the isles be ...
... half . And therefore hath it befallen many times of one thing that I have heard countedio when I was young , how a worthy man departed some- time from our countries for to go search the world . And so he passed Ind and the isles be ...
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... half , where the sun riseth to us . For when the sun is east in those parts towards Paradise terrestrial , it is then midnight in our part on this half , for the roundness of the earth , of the which I have touched to you of before ...
... half , where the sun riseth to us . For when the sun is east in those parts towards Paradise terrestrial , it is then midnight in our part on this half , for the roundness of the earth , of the which I have touched to you of before ...
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... half the life- time of man creepeth away . I therefore do win and get only that time which I steal from sleep and meat . Which time because it is very little , and yet somewhat it is , therefore have I once at the last , though it be ...
... half the life- time of man creepeth away . I therefore do win and get only that time which I steal from sleep and meat . Which time because it is very little , and yet somewhat it is , therefore have I once at the last , though it be ...
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... half - hour . O , half the hour is past ! ' twill all be past anon . O , if my soul must suffer for my sin , Impose some end to my incessant pain ; Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years , A hundred thousand , and at last be sav'd ...
... half - hour . O , half the hour is past ! ' twill all be past anon . O , if my soul must suffer for my sin , Impose some end to my incessant pain ; Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years , A hundred thousand , and at last be sav'd ...
Page 180
... half a fish and half a monster ? 33 CAL Lo , how he mocks me ! wilt thou let him , my lord ? TRIN . ' Lord , ' quoth he ! That a monster should be such a natural ! 13 CAL . Lo , lo , again ! bite him to death , I prithee . STE ...
... half a fish and half a monster ? 33 CAL Lo , how he mocks me ! wilt thou let him , my lord ? TRIN . ' Lord , ' quoth he ! That a monster should be such a natural ! 13 CAL . Lo , lo , again ! bite him to death , I prithee . STE ...
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Page 144 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Page 457 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Page 577 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 463 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 427 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 416 - These beauteous forms Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Page 357 - 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.
Page 417 - As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, — His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift.
Page 426 - O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Page 578 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.