Englische Studien, Volume 46

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Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Reinald Hoops
O.R. Reisland, 1913
"Zeitschrift für englische Philologie" (varies slightly).
 

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Page 351 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Page 310 - Quand chez les débauchés l'aube blanche et vermeille Entre en société de l'Idéal rongeur, Par l'opération d'un mystère vengeur Dans la brute assoupie un ange se réveille.
Page 84 - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Page 309 - Grato mi è il sonno, e più l'esser di sasso: Mentre che il danno e la vergogna dura, Non veder, non sentir, m'è gran ventura; Però non mi destar; deh parla basso!
Page 95 - ... accord With life to serve, and pass reward, So touching purest and so heard In the brain's reflex of yon bird: Wherefore their soul in me, or mine, Through self-forgetfulness divine, In them, that song aloft maintains, To fill the sky and thrill the plains With showerings drawn from human stores, As he to silence nearer soars, Extends the world at wings and dome, More spacious making more our home, Till lost on his aerial rings In light, and then the fancy sings.
Page 174 - Ne stinted he his cours for reyn ne snowe; It was a joye for to seen him rowe! Yit was him lever, in his shelves newe, Six olde textes,3 clad in greenish hewe, Of Chaucer and his olde poesye Than ale, or wyn of Lepe,4 or Malvoisye.
Page 148 - His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Page 238 - Which we were born withal. Good God, good God, That I, from such an humble bench of birth, Should step as 'twere up to my country's head, And give the law out there...
Page 309 - The blessing given thee that was thine alone, The happiness to sleep and to be stone : Nay, we kept silence of thee for thy sake Albeit we knew thee alive, and left with thee The great good gift to feel not nor to see ; But will not yet thine Angel bid thee wake ? TIRESIAS PART I IT is an hour before the hour of dawn.
Page 83 - But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at grief.

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