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... lies in this , that he has not drawn mere lay - figures , but human , breathing , complex men and women - not Romans , not Greeks , but simply men ; that he has never obtruded mere party creeds , but given us true religion ; never ...
... lies in this , that he has not drawn mere lay - figures , but human , breathing , complex men and women - not Romans , not Greeks , but simply men ; that he has never obtruded mere party creeds , but given us true religion ; never ...
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... lies in the Vale of the Red Horse , so called from the giant figure of a horse cut in the red marl on the side of the Edgehills , some twelve miles off , and which gives its name , like its fellow on the Berkshire hills , to the ...
... lies in the Vale of the Red Horse , so called from the giant figure of a horse cut in the red marl on the side of the Edgehills , some twelve miles off , and which gives its name , like its fellow on the Berkshire hills , to the ...
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... lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer , and , rare Beaumont ! lie A little nearer Spenser , to make room For Shakspere , in your threefold , fourfold , tomb . THE next spot to which we instinctively turn , after the birthplace of ...
... lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer , and , rare Beaumont ! lie A little nearer Spenser , to make room For Shakspere , in your threefold , fourfold , tomb . THE next spot to which we instinctively turn , after the birthplace of ...
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... lies in the chancel close to the river , where , if any sounds reach the dead , he might hear the noise of its weir . It is pleasant to think of him resting here side by side with his wife , and his favourite daughter and her husband ...
... lies in the chancel close to the river , where , if any sounds reach the dead , he might hear the noise of its weir . It is pleasant to think of him resting here side by side with his wife , and his favourite daughter and her husband ...
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... lie at peace amongst your own . Goethe rests beside a royal duke and Schiller ; but I think Shakspere's a far happier lot . Dante sleeps in a marble tomb far away from his native Florence , “ parvi mater amoris , " as he bitterly said ...
... lie at peace amongst your own . Goethe rests beside a royal duke and Schiller ; but I think Shakspere's a far happier lot . Dante sleeps in a marble tomb far away from his native Florence , “ parvi mater amoris , " as he bitterly said ...
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Page 54 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Page 94 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Page 128 - With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 119 - Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines* of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim: Such harmony is in immortal souls; . But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 1 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature...
Page 102 - Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears: Pins and poking-sticks of steel. What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry : Come buy.
Page 65 - Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 48 - Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell. And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, To stop the loud pursuers in their yell ; And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer: Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear: ' For there his smell with others...
Page 27 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Page 60 - Shakespear comyng yesterdy to town, I went to see him how he did. He told me that they assured him they ment to inclose no further than to...