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In due time , Ganimede the page is found to be Rosalynd ; she is restored to her father , and united to Rosader . The dethroned king overcomes the usurper , and recovers his crown . cemvira ad a crede This tale is told by Lodge with ...
In due time , Ganimede the page is found to be Rosalynd ; she is restored to her father , and united to Rosader . The dethroned king overcomes the usurper , and recovers his crown . cemvira ad a crede This tale is told by Lodge with ...
Halaman xxxi
For part of this character , the poet was indebted to Camden : " The youngest , but the wisest , told her father , flatly , without flattery , that albeit she did love , bonour , and reverence him , and so would whilst she lived ...
For part of this character , the poet was indebted to Camden : " The youngest , but the wisest , told her father , flatly , without flattery , that albeit she did love , bonour , and reverence him , and so would whilst she lived ...
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If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them : The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out .
If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them : The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out .
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Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -But ' tis ...
Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -But ' tis ...
Halaman 21
I think , Crab my dog be the sourest - natured dog that lives : my mother weeping , my father wailing , my sister crying , our maid howling , our cat wringing her hands , and all our house in a great perplexity , yet did not this cruel ...
I think , Crab my dog be the sourest - natured dog that lives : my mother weeping , my father wailing , my sister crying , our maid howling , our cat wringing her hands , and all our house in a great perplexity , yet did not this cruel ...
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Halaman 152 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Halaman 304 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Halaman 265 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Halaman 104 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Halaman 292 - 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.
Halaman 115 - ... the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Halaman 107 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Halaman 155 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Halaman lx - Antiquity, like every other quality that attracts the notice of mankind has undoubtedly votaries that reverence it, not from reason, but from prejudice. Some seem to admire indiscriminately whatever has been long preserved without considering that time has sometimes co-operated with chance ; all perhaps are more willing to honour past than present excellence; and the mind contemplates genius through the shades of age as the eye surveys the sun through artificial opacity. The great contention of criticism...