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Page 202 - They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins, being destitute, afflicted, tormented, of whom the world was not worthy. They wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.
Page 324 - II ne se paist d'une espérance vaine, Nulle faveur ne le va décevant; De cent fureurs il n'a l'âme embrasée Et ne maudit sa jeunesse abusée, Quand il ne trouve à la fin que du vent.
Page xiv - Yes; but from something else surpassing that, Something of mine which, mixed up with the mass, Made it bear hammer and be firm to file.
Page 324 - D'un fard trompeur son âme il ne desguise, II ne se plaist à violer sa foy ; Des grands seigneurs l'oreille il n'importune, Mais en vivant content de sa fortune II est sa cour, sa faveur, et son roy.
Page 223 - They also that seek after my life lay snares for me; and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long. 13 But I, as a deaf man, heard not ; and / was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth.
Page 267 - TO WILLIAM THEODORE PETERS ON HIS RENAISSANCE CLOAK THE cherry-coloured velvet of your cloak Time hath not soiled: its fair embroideries Gleam as when centuries ago they spoke To what bright gallant of Her Daintiness, Whose slender fingers, long since dust and dead, For love or courtesy embroidered The cherry-coloured velvet of this cloak. Ah! cunning flowers of silk and silver thread, That mock mortality? the broidering dame, The page they decked, the kings and courts are dead: Gone the age beautiful;...
Page 324 - Si je ne loge en ces maisons dorées, Au front superbe, aux voûtes peinturées D'azur...
Page 341 - Le roi a fait battre tambour Pour voir toutes ces dames, Et la première qu'il a vue Lui a ravi son âme. — Marquis, dis-moi, la connais-tu? Qui est cette jolie dame?.. Et le marquis a répondu : — Sire roi, c'est ma femme.