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Oxford University Press, 1913
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Página 452 - And he led them forth by the right way, that they might go to a city of habitation.
Página 137 - For whilst, to the shame of slow endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow; and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphick lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving; And, so sepulcher'd, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Página 137 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 150 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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Página 145 - Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Página 206 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky...
Página 41 - As a mad man who casteth firebrands, arrows, and death, "so is the man that deceiveth his neighbour, and saith, 'Am not I in sport?
Página 384 - The daughter of debate, that eke discord doth sow, Shall reap no gain where former rule hath taught still peace to grow. No foreign banish'd wight shall anchor in this port ; Our realm it brooks no stranger's force, let them elsewhere resort; Our rusty sword with rest shall first his edge employ, To poll their tops that seek such change, and gape for joy.
Página 384 - For falsehood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebb, Which would not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web. But clouds of toys untried do cloak aspiring minds, Which turn to rain of late repent by course of changed winds. The top of hope supposed the root of ruth will be, And fruitless all their...

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