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Página 1 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted : they have torn me, and I bleed : go I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Página 36 - WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Página 137 - And thus when all these things came before me, after that I had made and written five or six quires I fell in despair of this work, and purposed no more to have continued therein, and those quires laid apart, and in two years after laboured no more in this work, and was fully in will to have left it, till on a time it fortuned...
Página 137 - And afterward when I remembered myself of my simpleness and unperfectness that I had in both languages, that is to wit in French and in English, for in France was I never, and was born and learned my English in Kent, in the Weald, where I doubt not is spoken as broad and rude English as in any place of England...
Página 88 - Co klo lubi. LET the toper his empty glasses fill, And. the gambler throw his dice with skill ; Let the huntsman gallop his steed at will, And the warrior other warriors kill ; Let the courtier buz in the palace gate, The usurer eat the youth's estate ; The lawyer pillage, and prose and prate, And rob even beggars, with look sedate ; The monk may leave his sandals where They tell strange tales, — I nothing care, If of this world's follies I get my share : Let each just do as he likes...
Página 163 - Is gather'd into the fold anew ; And the shepherd's pipe was echoed still, Down the vale and up the hill. The monarch lost all patience now : — " What ! dost thou sit there like a rock, While wolves are ravaging thy flock ? A very pretty shepherd thou ! " " Tzar! here no evil can betide my sheep, My dogs are faithful — and they do not sleep.
Página 200 - COME gather round my dwelling, tears and sighs, Eloquent woes, and loud-voiced miseries ; All tones of sorrow, anguish and regret, Hand-wringing grief, and pangs the cheeks that wet; — Yes ! gather round my dwelling, all ; and join Your plaint, your passion with these plaints of mine, O'er that sweet child whom most unholy death Hath smitten, and in one outrageous breath...

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