Elegant extracts in poetry, 第 2 卷 |
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... not live ' -Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out- Let me not live , ' quoth he , ' After my flame lacks oil ; to be the snuff ments are Of younger spirits , whose apprehensive ...
... not live ' -Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out- Let me not live , ' quoth he , ' After my flame lacks oil ; to be the snuff ments are Of younger spirits , whose apprehensive ...
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... live ' -Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out - Let me not live , ' quoth he , ' After my flame lacks oil ; to be the snuff Of younger spirits , whose apprehensive senses All ...
... live ' -Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out - Let me not live , ' quoth he , ' After my flame lacks oil ; to be the snuff Of younger spirits , whose apprehensive senses All ...
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Captain I'll be no more : But I will eat , and drink , and sleep as soft As captain shall simply the thing I am Shall make me live . Who knows himself a braggart , Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass , That every braggart shall ...
Captain I'll be no more : But I will eat , and drink , and sleep as soft As captain shall simply the thing I am Shall make me live . Who knows himself a braggart , Let him fear this ; for it will come to pass , That every braggart shall ...
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Master , go on ; and I will follow thee , To the last gasp , with truth and loyalty- From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Here lived I , but now live here no more . At seventeen years many their fortunes seek , But at ...
Master , go on ; and I will follow thee , To the last gasp , with truth and loyalty- From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Here lived I , but now live here no more . At seventeen years many their fortunes seek , But at ...
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... perfect is my love , And I in such a poverty of grace , That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps : loose now and then A scatter'd smile , and that I'll live upon ...
... perfect is my love , And I in such a poverty of grace , That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps : loose now and then A scatter'd smile , and that I'll live upon ...
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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.