Elegant extracts in poetry, 第 2 卷 |
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Thou hast not , cousin . [ Duke Pr'ythee be cheerful : know'st thou not , the Has banish'd me , his daughter ? Rosalind . That he hath not . [ the love Celia . No ? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then Which teacheth me that thou and I are ...
Thou hast not , cousin . [ Duke Pr'ythee be cheerful : know'st thou not , the Has banish'd me , his daughter ? Rosalind . That he hath not . [ the love Celia . No ? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then Which teacheth me that thou and I are ...
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If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into Thou hast not lov'd—— Or if thou hast not sate as I do now , Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress ' praise , Thou hast not lov'd- Or if thou hast not broke ...
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into Thou hast not lov'd—— Or if thou hast not sate as I do now , Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress ' praise , Thou hast not lov'd- Or if thou hast not broke ...
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Happy thou art not ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains ; For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forgett'st . Thou art not certain , For thy complexion shifts to strange effects , After the ...
Happy thou art not ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains ; For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get ; And what thou hast , forgett'st . Thou art not certain , For thy complexion shifts to strange effects , After the ...
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My gracious duke , This man hath witch'd the bosom of my child : Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , And interchang'd love tokens with my child : Thou hast by moon - light at her window sung , With feigning voice ...
My gracious duke , This man hath witch'd the bosom of my child : Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , And interchang'd love tokens with my child : Thou hast by moon - light at her window sung , With feigning voice ...
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... To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind , But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport : Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs ; which , falling in the land ...
... To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind , But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport : Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs ; which , falling in the land ...
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第790页 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
第745页 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
第640页 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
第631页 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
第589页 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
第662页 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
第664页 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
第643页 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
第745页 - Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
第661页 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.