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Pagina 13
... reason , as proceeding not from genuine passion , but rather from the want of it : he may be excused for playing with these little smoke - wreaths of fancy , forasmuch as the true flame is not yet kindled in his heart . But , surely ...
... reason , as proceeding not from genuine passion , but rather from the want of it : he may be excused for playing with these little smoke - wreaths of fancy , forasmuch as the true flame is not yet kindled in his heart . But , surely ...
Pagina 15
... reason . Now , this fatal divorce of reason and passion is strongly ap parent in the condition of life here reflected . The generous im- pulses of nature are overborne and stifled by a discipline of self- ishness . Coldly calculative ...
... reason . Now , this fatal divorce of reason and passion is strongly ap parent in the condition of life here reflected . The generous im- pulses of nature are overborne and stifled by a discipline of self- ishness . Coldly calculative ...
Pagina 17
... reason of its excess , exalting a subordinate into a sovereign good , defeats its own security and peace . Yet there is a sort of instinctive rectitude in his passion , which makes us rather pity than blame its excess ; and we feel that ...
... reason of its excess , exalting a subordinate into a sovereign good , defeats its own security and peace . Yet there is a sort of instinctive rectitude in his passion , which makes us rather pity than blame its excess ; and we feel that ...
Pagina 18
... reason her youth and inexperience can have gathered , the effect is breathed forth with an energy and elevation of spirit , and in a transporting affluence of thought and imagery , which none but the sternest readers can well resist ...
... reason her youth and inexperience can have gathered , the effect is breathed forth with an energy and elevation of spirit , and in a transporting affluence of thought and imagery , which none but the sternest readers can well resist ...
Pagina 23
... reason of their virtue , they can best afford to die , and because , for the same reason , their death will be most bitterly deplored . The good old Friar indeed thought that by the marriage of the lovers the rancour of their houses ...
... reason of their virtue , they can best afford to die , and because , for the same reason , their death will be most bitterly deplored . The good old Friar indeed thought that by the marriage of the lovers the rancour of their houses ...
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Pagina 370 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Pagina 277 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pagina 162 - 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. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay,...
Pagina 376 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Pagina 156 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Pagina 355 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Pagina 170 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
Pagina 163 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which...
Pagina 286 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pagina 302 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.