The Vassar Miscellany, Volume 32

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Vassar College., 1902
 

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Página 323 - Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds : Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Página 323 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Página 324 - Next Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That...
Página 186 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Página 175 - Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul Forth to your Lips to quaff — you shall not shrink.
Página 324 - And have so proud a chariot at your heels, And such a coachman as great Tamburlaine, But from Asphaltis, where I conquered you, To Byron here, where thus I honour you!
Página 323 - And, till by vision or by speech I hear Immortal Jove say " Cease, my Tamburlaine," I will persist a terror to the world, Making the meteors (that, like armed men, Are seen to march upon the towers of heaven) Run tilting round about the firmament, And break their burning lances in the air, For honour of my wondrous victories, — Come, bring them in to our pavilion.
Página 131 - There once was an old man of Lyme. Who married three wives at a time : When asked, "Why a third?" He replied, "One's absurd! A.nd bigamy, sir, is a crime.
Página 322 - Immortal powers! that knows the painful cares That wait upon my poor distressed soul, O level all your looks upon these daring men, That wrongs their liege and sovereign, England's king! O Gaveston, 'tis for thee that I am wrong'd, For me, both thou and both the Spencers died! And for your sakes a thousand wrongs I'll take. The Spencers' ghosts, wherever they remain, Wish well to mine; then tush, for them I'll die.
Página 189 - If there is anywhere a thing said in two sentences that could have been as clearly and as engagingly and as forcibly said in one, then it's amateur work.

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