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... sweet breasts , " as our ancestors would have called them , culled from club - rooms and orchestras — chorus singers — first and second violoncellos- double basses — and clarionets who ate his cold mutton , and drank his punch , and ...
... sweet breasts , " as our ancestors would have called them , culled from club - rooms and orchestras — chorus singers — first and second violoncellos- double basses — and clarionets who ate his cold mutton , and drank his punch , and ...
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... sweet food of academic institution , nowhere is so pleasant , to while away a few idle weeks at , as one or other of the Uni- versities . Their vacation , too , at this time of the year , falls in so pat with ours . Here I can take my ...
... sweet food of academic institution , nowhere is so pleasant , to while away a few idle weeks at , as one or other of the Uni- versities . Their vacation , too , at this time of the year , falls in so pat with ours . Here I can take my ...
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... sweet Calne in Wiltshire ! To this late hour of my life , I trace impressions left by the re- collection of those friendless holidays . The long warm days of summer never return but they bring with them a gloom from the haunting memory ...
... sweet Calne in Wiltshire ! To this late hour of my life , I trace impressions left by the re- collection of those friendless holidays . The long warm days of summer never return but they bring with them a gloom from the haunting memory ...
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... sweet security of streets . I would set up my tabernacle here . I am content to stand still at the age to which I am ar- rived ; I , and my friends : to be no younger , no richer , no hand- somer . I do not want to be weaned by age ; or ...
... sweet security of streets . I would set up my tabernacle here . I am content to stand still at the age to which I am ar- rived ; I , and my friends : to be no younger , no richer , no hand- somer . I do not want to be weaned by age ; or ...
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... sweet : And though the Princess turn her back , Let us but lipe ourselves with sack , We better shall by far hold out , Till the nex4 Year she face about . How say you , reader — do not these verses smack of the rough magnanimity of the ...
... sweet : And though the Princess turn her back , Let us but lipe ourselves with sack , We better shall by far hold out , Till the nex4 Year she face about . How say you , reader — do not these verses smack of the rough magnanimity of the ...
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Page 252 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace ; and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote. Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Page 92 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 92 - s made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside My soul into the boughs does glide ; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 75 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 284 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 314 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Page 236 - Moon, thou climb'st the skies; How silently, and with how wan a face; What, may it be that even in...
Page 74 - Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimaeras dire — stories of Celaeno and the Harpies — may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition ; but they were there before. They are transcripts, types, — the archetypes are in us, and eternal.
Page 211 - Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see : My Love was clad in the black velvet, And I myself in cramasie.
Page 134 - As often as the sow farrowed, so sure was the house of Ho-ti to be in a blaze; and Ho-ti himself, which was the more remarkable, instead of chastising his son, seemed to grow more indulgent to him than ever.