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William Pearson, 1835 - 446 páginas
 

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Página 169 - ... not seen; My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun; And now I live, and now my life is done! I sought my death, and found it in my womb; I looked for life, and saw it was a shade; I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb; And now I die, and now I am but made; The glass is full, and now my glass is run; And now I live, and now my life is done!
Página 109 - Coquin! ce me dit-il d'une arrogance extrême! Va chercher tes coquins ailleurs, coquin toi-même! Ici tous sont égaux; je ne te dois plus rien : Je suis sur mon fumier comme toi sur le tien.
Página 204 - With a heart of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander : With a burning spear, And a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander ; With a knight of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to Tourney : Ten leagues beyond The wide world's end ; Methinks it is no journey...
Página 169 - I saw the world, and yet I was not seen; My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun; And now I live, and now my life is done!
Página 243 - Western nations at the close of the fifteenth and the beginning of the sixteenth century.
Página 100 - Poeta non fit, sed nascitur — one is not made but born a poet. Indeed his learning was very little, so that as Cornish diamonds are not polished by any lapidary, but are pointed and smoothed even as they are taken out of the earth, so nature itself was all the art which was used upon him.
Página 193 - Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses, so as a man may have a quarrel to marry when he will.
Página 162 - And surely while Britain retains her awful situation among the nations of Europe, the " Sylva" of Evelyn will endure with her triumphant oaks. It was a retired philosopher who aroused the genius of...
Página 169 - My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a field of tares; And all my good is but vain hope of gain; The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun; And now I live, and now my life is done.
Página 294 - ... wrings my very soul to think on. For a man of high spirit, conscious of having (at least in one production) generally pleased the world, to be plagued and threatened by wretches that are low in every sense ; to be forced to drink himself into pains of the body, in order to get rid of the pains of the mind, is a misery.

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