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54 ページ - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
101 ページ - 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.
375 ページ - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks, Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
343 ページ - To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was ; do it by me, Do it again by me the lost Aspatia, And you shall find all true but the wild island.
339 ページ - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
54 ページ - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture. What time the persons of. these ossuaries entered the famous nations of the dead and slept with princes and counsellors might admit a wide solution. But who were the proprietaries of these bones, or what bodies these ashes made up, were a question above antiquarism, not to be resolved by man, nor easily perhaps by spirits, except we consult the provincial...
336 ページ - Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer? Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, That bloody man? — Good father, on thy lap Lay I this head, laden with mickle care.
343 ページ - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
341 ページ - Here she was wont to go! and here! and here! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow, The world may find the spring by following her, Swinburne.
348 ページ - Nature's second sun Causing a spring of virtues where he shines; And as without the sun, the world's great eye, All colours, beauties, both of art and Nature, Are given in vain to men, so without love All beauties bred in women are in vain, All virtues born in men lie buried; For love informs them as the sun doth colours...