A Day in Stowe Gardens

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J. & H.L. Hunt, 1825 - 315 páginas

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Página 70 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 147 - Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea: So lonely 'twas, that God Himself Scarce seemed there to be.
Página 309 - It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me : In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. Th...
Página 272 - Of every hearer ; for it so falls out » That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Página 273 - The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul, Than when she lived indeed...
Página 85 - tis my destiny That you must either love, or I must die.
Página 147 - And life to move it selfe upon the water. Strange thing ! how bold and swift the monster was, That neither car'd for...
Página 272 - When he shall hear she died upon his words, The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination...
Página 147 - And is the sea (quoth Coridon) so fearfull ? " " Fearful much more (quoth he) then hart can fear : Thousand wyld beasts with deep mouthes gaping direfull Therin stil wait poore passengers to teare. Who life doth loath, and longs death to behold, Before he die alreadie dead with feare, And yet would live with heart halfe stonie cold, Let him to sea, and he shall see it there.
Página 100 - Lazarello, he is none of these [same] ordinary eaters, that will devour three breakfasts, and as many dinners, without any prejudice to their...

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