Cranmer; by a member of the Roxburghe club


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282 ページ - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. Come what come may ; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
53 ページ - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
289 ページ - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
143 ページ - We humbly commend the soul of this thy servant, our dear brother, into thy hands, as into the hands of a faithful Creator and most merciful Saviour...
283 ページ - In this was every art, and every charm, To win the wisest, and the coldest warm : Fond love, the gentle vow, the gay desire, The kind deceit, the still reviving fire, 250 Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
180 ページ - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
286 ページ - Night, of clustering gems A star or two just twinkling on thy brow, Suffices thee ; save that the moon is thine No less than hers, not worn indeed on high With ostentatious pageantry, but set With modest grandeur in thy purple zone, Resplendent less, but of an ampler round.
191 ページ - De bleu se vestoient les cieux, Et le beau soleil cler luisoit. Violettes croissoient par lieux, Et tout faisoit ses devoirs, tieulx Comme nature le duisoit.
6 ページ - END OF VOL. I. Printed by JL Cox and SoNS, 75, Great Queen Street, LlncolnVInn Fields.
75 ページ - tis your country bids! Gloriously drunk obey the important call! Her cause demands the assistance of your throats ; — Ye all can swallow, and she asks no more.