The essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1840 |
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第 11 頁
... eyes of the degree of corporal These solemn pageantries were not played off so often as to spoil the general mirth of the community . We had plenty of exercise and recreation after school hours ; and , for myself , I must confess , that ...
... eyes of the degree of corporal These solemn pageantries were not played off so often as to spoil the general mirth of the community . We had plenty of exercise and recreation after school hours ; and , for myself , I must confess , that ...
第 12 頁
... eye , singling out a lad , roar out , " Od's my life , sirrah , " ( his favourite adjura- tion ) " I have a great mind to whip you , ” - then , with as sudden a retracting impulse , fling back into his lair - and , after a cooling lapse ...
... eye , singling out a lad , roar out , " Od's my life , sirrah , " ( his favourite adjura- tion ) " I have a great mind to whip you , ” - then , with as sudden a retracting impulse , fling back into his lair - and , after a cooling lapse ...
第 16 頁
... eye - tooth knocked out- ( you are now with me in my little back study in Bloomsbury , reader ! ) -with the huge ... eyes closed , " mourns his ravished mate . sometimes , like the sea , sweeps away a treasure , at another time , sea ...
... eye - tooth knocked out- ( you are now with me in my little back study in Bloomsbury , reader ! ) -with the huge ... eyes closed , " mourns his ravished mate . sometimes , like the sea , sweeps away a treasure , at another time , sea ...
第 17 頁
... eyes , of Alice Wn , than that so passionate a love - adventure should be lost . It was better that our family should have missed that legacy , which old Dorrell cheated us of , than that I should have at this moment two thousand pounds ...
... eyes , of Alice Wn , than that so passionate a love - adventure should be lost . It was better that our family should have missed that legacy , which old Dorrell cheated us of , than that I should have at this moment two thousand pounds ...
第 25 頁
... eyes open , but | this infernal plague of melancholy seizeth on them , and terrifies their souls , representing some dismal object to their minds ; which now , by no means , no labour , no persuasions , they can avoid , they cannot be ...
... eyes open , but | this infernal plague of melancholy seizeth on them , and terrifies their souls , representing some dismal object to their minds ; which now , by no means , no labour , no persuasions , they can avoid , they cannot be ...
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第 55 頁 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
第 55 頁 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
第 74 頁 - Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
第 73 頁 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
第 69 頁 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
第 74 頁 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
第 50 頁 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
第 95 頁 - twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man; she thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
第 75 頁 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced.
第 42 頁 - Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness!