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Absalom asks battle beauty better bowing brother called character Christian church churchyard cold creature dead dear death describes divine dream earth exclaims eyes father fear feel FELLOW-CREATURES felt garden George Peele give grace grave hair hand happy Hartley Coleridge head hear heard heart heaven hero honour Horace Walpole human Jane Eyre Joab king Lady live look Lord Lord Lytton mind moral nature never night o'er old age once pain passion person Pertinax Pilate pleasure Plutarch poem poet PONTIUS PILATE pray prayer prince rest Roman Sainte-Beuve Samuel Romilly says seemed sight sleep soldier sorrow sort soul speaks spirit story suffering sweet tears tells thee things Thomas Hood thou thought Timon of Athens tion told truth uttered voice vox populi Walter Savage Landor weep wish woman words Wordsworth young youth
第 61 頁 - Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall, — I will do such things, — What they are yet, I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep; No, I'll not weep: — I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'll weep.
第 64 頁 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven : And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
第 108 頁 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made • And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
第 406 頁 - For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I.
第 61 頁 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools; This...
第 71 頁 - If now I have found grace in thy sight, put, I pray thee, thy hand under my thigh, and deal kindly and truly with me; bury me not, I pray thee, in Egypt: but I will lie with my fathers, and thou shalt carry me out of Egypt, and bury me in their buryingplace.
第 18 頁 - And said unto them, Sirs. I perceive that this voyage will be with hurt and much damage, not only of the lading and ship, but also of our lives.
第 265 頁 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
第 125 頁 - I heard the angels call ; It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all ; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
第 300 頁 - And the angel said unto him, Gird thyself, and bind on thy sandals: and so he did. And he saith unto him, Cast thy garment about thee, and follow me. And he went out and followed him ; and wist not that it was true which was done by the angel ; but thought he saw a vision.