The Atlantic Monthly, 43 tomasAtlantic Monthly Company, 1879 |
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... eye on the north star , and another on the south star , we now agree to fix our gaze on the temperate zone . For some time to ... eyes . This will go on . Already corporations and institutions , religious and secular , are amassing vast ...
... eye on the north star , and another on the south star , we now agree to fix our gaze on the temperate zone . For some time to ... eyes . This will go on . Already corporations and institutions , religious and secular , are amassing vast ...
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... eyes ; Dumb eloquence , whose power doth move the blood More than all words or wisdom of the wise ; Still harmony , whose diapason lies Within a brow " - But he farther distinguishes the lady of his choice by one of the loveliest quat ...
... eyes ; Dumb eloquence , whose power doth move the blood More than all words or wisdom of the wise ; Still harmony , whose diapason lies Within a brow " - But he farther distinguishes the lady of his choice by one of the loveliest quat ...
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... eyes ; Dumb eloquence , whose power doth move the blood More than all words or wisdom of the wise ; Still harmony , whose diapason lies Within a brow " - But he farther distinguishes the lady of his choice by one of the loveliest quat ...
... eyes ; Dumb eloquence , whose power doth move the blood More than all words or wisdom of the wise ; Still harmony , whose diapason lies Within a brow " - But he farther distinguishes the lady of his choice by one of the loveliest quat ...
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... eyes that gaze on her so wide , That loosely they ne dare to look upon her : Such pride is praise , such portliness is honor . " And here , too , room must surely be made for Sir Henry Wotton's eloquent address to the Queen of Bohemia ...
... eyes that gaze on her so wide , That loosely they ne dare to look upon her : Such pride is praise , such portliness is honor . " And here , too , room must surely be made for Sir Henry Wotton's eloquent address to the Queen of Bohemia ...
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... eyes he makes his nest , His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest ; Ah , wanton , will you ? " And if I sleep , then peereth he With pretty slight , And makes his pillow of my knee ...
... eyes he makes his nest , His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest ; Ah , wanton , will you ? " And if I sleep , then peereth he With pretty slight , And makes his pillow of my knee ...
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16 psl. - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
16 psl. - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
346 psl. - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show : The love of Jesus, what it is, None but his loved ones know.
15 psl. - Which may gain her name of best, If she be not such to me, What care I how good she be? 'Cause her fortune seems too high Shall I play the fool and die? Those that bear a noble mind, Where they want of riches find, Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo.
14 psl. - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise?
130 psl. - Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the orna-ment of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
15 psl. - BID me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be ; Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee. Bid that heart stay, and it will stay, To honour thy decree ; Or bid it languish quite away, And 't shall do so for thee.
13 psl. - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires: As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires: — Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
16 psl. - Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, — Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover ! THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT.
15 psl. - E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee.