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... hope- lessly for eight years , and persuaded himself that he had at last relin- quished , and who had then relented after all . This last conjecture it is certainly difficult to reconcile with the conclusion at which we arrive on other ...
... hope- lessly for eight years , and persuaded himself that he had at last relin- quished , and who had then relented after all . This last conjecture it is certainly difficult to reconcile with the conclusion at which we arrive on other ...
Page 51
... hope- ful at once , if one may so say , and more assured of himself . Meanwhile , soon after his return from his second foreign mission , he was enabled to begin a more settled life at home . He had acquitted himself to the satisfaction ...
... hope- ful at once , if one may so say , and more assured of himself . Meanwhile , soon after his return from his second foreign mission , he was enabled to begin a more settled life at home . He had acquitted himself to the satisfaction ...
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... hope nothing dimmed or blurred the recollection of a friend to whom he owes much of his fame . In a still nearer relationship - on which the works of Chaucer that may certainly or probably be assigned to this period throw some light -it ...
... hope nothing dimmed or blurred the recollection of a friend to whom he owes much of his fame . In a still nearer relationship - on which the works of Chaucer that may certainly or probably be assigned to this period throw some light -it ...
Page 97
... hope , ' quoth the third , that she will bring us back peace with her ; in which case may Almighty God guide her on her departure . ' And Cressid heard these words and womanish things as if she were far away ; for she was burning all ...
... hope , ' quoth the third , that she will bring us back peace with her ; in which case may Almighty God guide her on her departure . ' And Cressid heard these words and womanish things as if she were far away ; for she was burning all ...
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... hope that the wind may drive the traitor " a twenty devil way . ' Nor does this vivacity find a less amusing expression in so trifling a touch as that in the Clerk's Tale , where the domestic sent to deprive Griseldis of her boy becomes ...
... hope that the wind may drive the traitor " a twenty devil way . ' Nor does this vivacity find a less amusing expression in so trifling a touch as that in the Clerk's Tale , where the domestic sent to deprive Griseldis of her boy becomes ...
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Page 279 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he, who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 241 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Page 432 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, - My Mary ! But well thou play'dst the housewife's part; And all thy threads with magic art, Have wound themselves about this heart, My Mary...
Page 328 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 185 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great "twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Page 407 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 240 - ... coming to some maturity of years, and perceiving what tyranny had invaded the church, that he who would take orders must subscribe slave, and take an oath withal, which, unless he took with a conscience that would retch, he must either straight perjure, or split his faith ; I thought it better to prefer a blameless silence before the sacred office of speaking, bought and begun with servitude and forswearing.
Page 355 - To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues...
Page 399 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 435 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.