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Page 283 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Page 353 - Were such things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten of the insane root, That takes the reason prisoner ? Macb.
Page 252 - You have; I knew it would be your answer. Well, for your favour, sir, why, give God thanks, and make no boast of it; and for your writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of such vanity.
Page 135 - Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, The bell then beating one, — Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again ! Enter Ghost.
Page 134 - Last night of all, When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, The bell then beating one, — Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
Page 470 - Or midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell : Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Page 334 - Let burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire; into deep pits, that they rise not up again.
Page 334 - But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the LORD : in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Page 318 - With all the forms, and hues, and airs, That haunt her sweetest spot. We gaze upon thy calm pure sphere, And read of Heaven's eternal year. Oh, when, amid the throng of men, The heart grows sick of hollow mirth, How willingly we turn us then Away from this cold earth, And look into thy azure breast, For seats of innocence and rest ! "I CANNOT FORGET WITH WHAT FERVID DEVOTION.