...soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. . . . O thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars ! ' * ' Ah, my God, I would weep ! but the devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood, instead of tears...

...again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. . . . 0 thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars ! ' 1 ' Ah, my God, I would weep ! but the devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood, instead of tears!...

...found." o. " Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topmost towers of Ilion ? Oh thou art fairer than the evening air, Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars." C. " Thou know'st too well My heart was to thy rudder tied with strings, And thou should'st tow me...

...now Madame la Marquise de Blank. Never was there a face more worthy than hers of being lauded as " fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars," for there was dusk in the complexion as well as splendor in the eyes. Almost every woman of Rio, in...

...Rosetta, as she stood before her enraptured lover in all the lustre of youthful loveliness. " Oh, she was fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars ! " as some mortal poet has sung. I am sure your Highness would have deemed her worthy of a high place...

...more, I suppose. So we must be content to stay in-doors, and listen to the sound of the eaves-dropping rain. It gives me time to finish some of these rough...would have betrayed himself to the maternal eye of Mrs Ashburlon, had she not been wholly absorbed in the follies of a fashionable novel. Ere long, the fair...

...coloured piece of imagery, such as — " The ebon gates of ever-burning hell," from Faustus ; or this : " O thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars." or this from the Jew of Malta : — " Like the sad presaging raven that tolls The sick man's passport...

...Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies! Ibid. O, thou art fairer than the evening air, Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. [bid. 1 Quoted by Shakespeare, As You Lihe It, Act iii. Sc. 5. 1 6 Marlowe. — Hooher. [Faustus continued....

...piece of imagery, such as — " The ebon gates of ever-burning hell," from Faitstus ; or this : " 0 thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars." or this from the Jew of Malta : — " Like the sad presaging raven that tolls The sick man's passport...

...my plumed crest : Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, And then return to Helen for a kiss. Oh ! thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars ; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter, When he appeared to hapless Semele ; More lovely than the...