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... thou think of this , friend Gurth , ha ? " " It is but too true doctrine , friend Wamba , however it got into a fool's pate ! " " Now I can tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same tone ; " there is old Alderman Ox con- tinues to hold ...
... thou think of this , friend Gurth , ha ? " " It is but too true doctrine , friend Wamba , however it got into a fool's pate ! " " Now I can tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same tone ; " there is old Alderman Ox con- tinues to hold ...
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... thou ? And he answered and sayde : Thou shalt love thy lorde god ' wyth all thy hert ' and wyth all thy soule ' and with all thy strengthe ' and wyth all thy mynde ; and thy neighbour as thy sylfe . And he sayd vnto hym : Thou hast ...
... thou ? And he answered and sayde : Thou shalt love thy lorde god ' wyth all thy hert ' and wyth all thy soule ' and with all thy strengthe ' and wyth all thy mynde ; and thy neighbour as thy sylfe . And he sayd vnto hym : Thou hast ...
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... thou shuldest com vnder the rofe of my housse , but speake the worde only and my servaunt shalbe healed . For y also my selfe am a man vndre power , and have sowdeeres vndre me , and y saye to one , go , and he goeth ; and to anothre ...
... thou shuldest com vnder the rofe of my housse , but speake the worde only and my servaunt shalbe healed . For y also my selfe am a man vndre power , and have sowdeeres vndre me , and y saye to one , go , and he goeth ; and to anothre ...
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... thou steal thy sweet that smells , If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells , In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed . The lily I condemned for thy hand , And buds of marjoram ...
... thou steal thy sweet that smells , If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells , In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed . The lily I condemned for thy hand , And buds of marjoram ...
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... Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt , Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle : But man , proud man , Dressed in a little brief authority , Most ignorant of what he's most assured , - His glassy ...
... Thou rather , with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt , Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle : But man , proud man , Dressed in a little brief authority , Most ignorant of what he's most assured , - His glassy ...
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Page 81 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed can never be supplied.
Page 97 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Page 78 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 114 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Page 55 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 53 - And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Page 54 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Page 97 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
Page 303 - But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered — Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before. On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Page 51 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.