An essay on the archaiology of popular English phrases and nursery rhymes

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Страница 137 - 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...
Страница 215 - FAIRFAX, whose name in arms through Europe rings, Filling each mouth with envy or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze, And rumours loud that daunt remotest kings ; Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings Victory home, though new rebellions raise Their Hydra heads, and the false North displays Her broken league to imp their serpent wings. O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand (For what can war, but endless war still breed...
Страница 132 - First, Moloch, horrid King, besmeared with blood Of human sacrifice, and parents' tears; Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their children's cries unheard that passed through fire To his grim idol.
Страница 61 - Lo here, of payens corsed olde rites, Lo here, what alle hire goddes may availle; Lo here, thise wrecched worldes appetites; Lo here, the fyn and guerdoun for travaille Of Jove, Appollo, of Mars, of swich rascaille! Lo here, the forme of olde clerkis speche In poetrie, if ye hire bokes seche.
Страница 28 - Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide. And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic.
Страница 282 - I," said the Sparrow, "With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin." Who saw him die? "I," said the Fly, "With my little eye, I saw him die.
Страница 94 - You may as well go stand upon the beach, And bid the main flood bate his usual height ; You may as well use question with the wolf, Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb ; You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops, and to make no noise, When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven...
Страница 162 - With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with music. [Music. Jessica. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive: For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unbundled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes...
Страница 69 - Tis not for nothing that we life pursue ; It pays our hopes with something still that's new : Each day's a mistress, unenjoyed before ; Like travellers, we're pleased with seeing more. Did you but know what joys your way attend, You would not hurry to your journey's end.
Страница 23 - Proudly secure, yet liable to fall By weakest subtleties; not made to rule, But to subserve where wisdom bears command.

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