Belgravia, Volume 22Willmer & Rogers, 1874 |
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Page 462 - If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved: Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Thou hast not loved: Or if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not loved.
Page 480 - When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, We will in France, by God's grace, play a set Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard. Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler, That all the courts of France will be disturb'd With chases.' Football we should fancy to be too rough a game for gentle
Page 15 - Eyes of some men travel far For the finding of a star; Up and down the heavens they go, Men that keep a mighty rout ! I'm as great as they, I trow, Since the day I found thee out, Little Flower I
Page 469 - fear to call it loving ! Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fix'd you ; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you ; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving ; Unless you can die when the dream is past—
Page 303 - Les hommes la plupart sont étrangement faits : Dans la juste nature on ne les voit jamais : La raison a pour eux des bornes trop petites : En chaque caractère ils passent ses limites, Et la plus noble chose, ils la gâtent souvent
Page 389 - You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave. Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire.
Page 446 - To make him sport, To gratify the frenzy of his wrath Or his base gluttony, are causes good And just in his account why bird and beast Should suffer torture, and the streams be dyed With blood of their inhabitants impaled.
Page 469 - to vent On her one murmur of his discontent ; Which still would meet with joy, with calmness part, Lest that his look of grief should reach her heart ; Which naught removed, nor menaced to remove— If there be love in mortals, this was love
Page 462 - puling like a beggar at Hallowmas. ' You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock ; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions ; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner ; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money ; and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.
Page 30 - it is past eight in the morning.' ' Eight of the clock?' quoth he, 'that cannot be;' rehearsing divers times, ' eight of the clock ! eight of the clock ! nay, nay,' quoth he at last, ' it cannot be eight of the clock, for by eight of the clock shall