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... Bishop , head - master of Merchant Taylors ' School , who de- serves some notice on account of the celebrity which ... ( Bishop's " Works , " 1796 , I. 311 ) : " Do this , " cries one side of S. xxxiv INTRODUCTION .
... Bishop , head - master of Merchant Taylors ' School , who de- serves some notice on account of the celebrity which ... ( Bishop's " Works , " 1796 , I. 311 ) : " Do this , " cries one side of S. xxxiv INTRODUCTION .
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... Bishop Wordsworth of Lincoln , in his " Pompeian Inscriptions , " 1846 , gives the following from a wall in Pompeii , a painful reverse of the picture which the epigram presents : Zetema Mulier ferebat filium simulem sui , Nec meus est ...
... Bishop Wordsworth of Lincoln , in his " Pompeian Inscriptions , " 1846 , gives the following from a wall in Pompeii , a painful reverse of the picture which the epigram presents : Zetema Mulier ferebat filium simulem sui , Nec meus est ...
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... Bishop of Constantinople . THE TOMB OF EUPHEMIUS . Translated by Samuel Wesley , Jun . A blooming youth lies buried here , Euphemius , to his country dear . Nature adorn'd his mind and face With every Muse and every Grace ; About the ...
... Bishop of Constantinople . THE TOMB OF EUPHEMIUS . Translated by Samuel Wesley , Jun . A blooming youth lies buried here , Euphemius , to his country dear . Nature adorn'd his mind and face With every Muse and every Grace ; About the ...
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... Bishop Blomfield in " Museum Criticum . " While for my fair a wreath I twined , Love in the roses lay reclined ; I seized the boy : the mantling cup Received him ; and I drank him up . And now confined , the feathered guest Beats ...
... Bishop Blomfield in " Museum Criticum . " While for my fair a wreath I twined , Love in the roses lay reclined ; I seized the boy : the mantling cup Received him ; and I drank him up . And now confined , the feathered guest Beats ...
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... Bishop of Oxford , and Dean of Christ Church in the reigns of Charles II . and James II . Tom Brown , of facetious memory , being sentenced to expulsion from Christ Church for some irregularity , was offered pardon by the Dean if he ...
... Bishop of Oxford , and Dean of Christ Church in the reigns of Charles II . and James II . Tom Brown , of facetious memory , being sentenced to expulsion from Christ Church for some irregularity , was offered pardon by the Dean if he ...
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Página 127 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Página 217 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Página xxxvi - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Página 142 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Página 305 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 460 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The sea-nymphs, and their powers offended.
Página 57 - When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 519 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Página 137 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Página 20 - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore. The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?