The poets' year, a birthday register with selections from Chaucer to Longfellow1877 |
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... spirit could he only have communion with it ; and later poets of great celebrity - Dryden and Pope among the number have not disdained to enrich their works by paraphrasing his Chaucer was born in London in the year 1328 . As seven ...
... spirit could he only have communion with it ; and later poets of great celebrity - Dryden and Pope among the number have not disdained to enrich their works by paraphrasing his Chaucer was born in London in the year 1328 . As seven ...
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... his tyme , whose divine spirit needs no other witnesse then the works which he left behinde him . " He was born in London in the yeare 1553 , and died in the yeare 1598. " Came old February , sitting In an old wagon , 33 FEBRUARY .
... his tyme , whose divine spirit needs no other witnesse then the works which he left behinde him . " He was born in London in the yeare 1553 , and died in the yeare 1598. " Came old February , sitting In an old wagon , 33 FEBRUARY .
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Poets. And is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace , That may compassion of their evils move ? There is else much more wretched were the cace Of men then beasts . But O ! th ' exceeding ...
Poets. And is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace , That may compassion of their evils move ? There is else much more wretched were the cace Of men then beasts . But O ! th ' exceeding ...
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... spirit in a loyal breast . Mine honour is my life ; both grow in one ; Take honour from me , and my life is done . Juvenal , B.C. 40 . King Richard II . , Act I. , Sc . 1 . March 3 . ' Tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the ...
... spirit in a loyal breast . Mine honour is my life ; both grow in one ; Take honour from me , and my life is done . Juvenal , B.C. 40 . King Richard II . , Act I. , Sc . 1 . March 3 . ' Tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the ...
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... Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence , But , like a thrifty goddess , she determines Herself the glory of a creditor . Measure for Measure , Act I. , Sc . 1 ...
... Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence , But , like a thrifty goddess , she determines Herself the glory of a creditor . Measure for Measure , Act I. , Sc . 1 ...
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7 ページ - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
58 ページ - To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...
62 ページ - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
279 ページ - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
58 ページ - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
64 ページ - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
98 ページ - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
66 ページ - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry : Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all ; admonishing, That we should 'dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
68 ページ - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
282 ページ - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.