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Page 188 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes." SHAKESPEARE: The Merchant of Venice.
Page 226 - Lo! it is done. Above the long lithe throat The mouth's mould testifies of voice and kiss, The shadowed eyes remember and foresee. Her face is made her shrine. Let all men note That in all years (0 Love, thy gift is this!) They that would look on her must come to me.
Page 48 - Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
Page 201 - You're my man, you've seen the world — The beauty and the wonder and the power, The shapes of things, their colors, lights and shades, Changes, surprises, •— and God made it all!
Page 100 - Still my care hath been To have her match'd : and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage — To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love, I am too young; I pray you pardon me.'
Page 16 - If one could have that little head of hers Painted upon a background of pale gold, Such as the Tuscan's early art prefers! No shade encroaching on the matchless mould Of those two lips, which should be opening soft In the pure profile.
Page 119 - thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter T Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her; For I'll refer me to all things of sense, If she in chains of magic were not bound—
Page 218 - Like a god going through his world, there stands One mountain for a moment in the dusk, Whole brotherhoods of cedars on its brow: And you are ever by me while I gaze — Are in my arms as now—as now—as now!
Page 110 - my hopes and thine are one: Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself; Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.