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Página 239 - O that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee away and be at rest — Ps.
Página 69 - Oh, fair ladies, how pleasant were this life of yours if it should ever abide, and then in the end that we might pass to heaven with all this gay gear. But fie upon that knave Death, that will come whether we will or not; and when he has laid on his arrest, the foul worms will be busy with this flesh, be it never so fair and so tender; and the silly soul, I fear, shall be so feeble that it can neither carry with it gold, garnishing, targatting, pearl, nor precious stones.
Página 239 - For then I could have borne it; but it was Even thou, mine own familiar friend, with whom I took sweet counsel; in the house of God We walked as friends.
Página 69 - ... began he to force talking of the ladies who were there sitting, in all their gorgeous apparel, which espied, he merrily said, ' Oh, fair ladies, how pleasant were this life of yours if it should ever abide, and then in the end that we might pass to heaven with all this gay gear. But fie upon that knave Death, that will come whether we will or not ; and when he has laid on...
Página 443 - Queen. Ay, we were fools, we Maries twain, and thought To be into the summer back again And see the broom blow in the golden world, The gentle broom on hill. For all men's talk And all things come and gone yet, yet I find I am not tired of that I see not here, The sun, and the large air, and the sweet earth, And the hours that hum like fire-flies on the hills As they burn out and die, and the bowed heaven, And the small clouds that swim and swoon i' the sun, And the small flowers.
Página 146 - I never loved the windless weather, nor The dead face of the water in the sun ; I had rather the live wave leapt under me, And fits of foa n struck light on the dark air, And the sea's kiss were keen upon my lip And bold as love's and bitter...
Página 532 - ... will, and triumphs; so shall I Let loose the fire of all my heart to feed On these that would have quenched it. I will make From sea to sea one furnace of the land Whereon the wind of war shall beat its wings Till they wax faint with hopeless hope of rest, And with one rain of men's rebellious blood Extinguish the red embers. I will leave No living soul of their blaspheming faith Who war with monarchs ; God shall see me reign As he shall reign beside me, and his foes Lie at my foot with mine;...