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Page 116 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Page 269 - Man's life is like a winter's day, Some only breakfast, and away ; Others to dinner stay, and are full fed : The oldest man but sups, and goes to bed. Large is his debt who lingers out the day, Who goes the soonest has the least to pay.
Page 116 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man, right fair, The worser spirit a woman, colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Page 237 - The colleagues of the fellowship for the discovery of the north-west passage.
Page 137 - Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd: Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head: O, horrible!
Page 36 - That cultivation glories in are His. He sets the bright procession on its way, And marshals all the order of the year ; He marks the bounds which winter may not pass, And...
Page 20 - I hold it to be true that a tax laid in any place is like a pebble falling into and making a circle in a lake, till one circle produces and gives motion to another and the whole circumference is agitated from the centre.
Page 36 - And blunts his pointed fury ; in its case, Russet and rude, folds up the tender germ Uninjured, with inimitable art ; And ere one flowery season fades and dies, Designs the blooming wonders of the next.
Page 137 - And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd...