Philip Van Artevelde: A Dramatic Romance, Volumen1E. Moxon, 1834 - 593 páginas |
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... fall away One from another . That the small - crafts here Should lift their hands against their natural lord , Is but the plague and sorrow of the time , Which we , that are of credit , must abide : But ne'er till now a gentleman of ...
... fall away One from another . That the small - crafts here Should lift their hands against their natural lord , Is but the plague and sorrow of the time , Which we , that are of credit , must abide : But ne'er till now a gentleman of ...
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A Dramatic Romance Sir Henry Taylor. To whoso merits it ' twill freely fall ; So give us leave to make a good report Of how you stand affected . ' Twere your OCCO . wisdom . Kind sirs , I thank you ; you shall say , so please ... fall; ...
A Dramatic Romance Sir Henry Taylor. To whoso merits it ' twill freely fall ; So give us leave to make a good report Of how you stand affected . ' Twere your OCCO . wisdom . Kind sirs , I thank you ; you shall say , so please ... fall; ...
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... falling fast to pieces , Peter . VAN DEN BOSCH . My lord of Occo , thou hast seen aright . But what can I ? Our chiefs drop , one by one ; Launoy , too truly , perish'd at Nivelle ; Le Clerc lies leaning up against a hedge ( ' Till some ...
... falling fast to pieces , Peter . VAN DEN BOSCH . My lord of Occo , thou hast seen aright . But what can I ? Our chiefs drop , one by one ; Launoy , too truly , perish'd at Nivelle ; Le Clerc lies leaning up against a hedge ( ' Till some ...
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... fall . CLARA . And all the while is he , I nothing doubt , As wayward and as love - sick as yourself . ADRIANA . He love - sick ! No - it may be that he loves me ; But if he does , it is with no love - sickness . His nerves are made of ...
... fall . CLARA . And all the while is he , I nothing doubt , As wayward and as love - sick as yourself . ADRIANA . He love - sick ! No - it may be that he loves me ; But if he does , it is with no love - sickness . His nerves are made of ...
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... fall not in this enterprise- Still must my life be full of hazardous turns , And they that house with me must ever live In imminent peril of some evil fate . -Make fast the doors ; heap wood upon the fire ; Draw in your stools , and ...
... fall not in this enterprise- Still must my life be full of hazardous turns , And they that house with me must ever live In imminent peril of some evil fate . -Make fast the doors ; heap wood upon the fire ; Draw in your stools , and ...
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Philip Van Artevelde: A Dramatic Romance, in Two Parts, Volumen1 Sir Henry Taylor Vista completa - 1835 |
Términos y frases comunes
ADRIANA AESWYN amongst arms bailiff better blood BOSCH bring Bruges burgess BURGHERS CAPTAIN citizens CLARA crafts death door e'er Earl of Flanders Earl's EARL'S PALACE Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair FATHER JOHN fight FRANS ACKERMAN friends gates Ghent GILBERT MATTHEW give hand hath hear heard heart Heaven highness honour John Lyon knights lady Launoy live look Lord of Arlon Lord of Occo lov'd market-place Master Philip men at arms MERESTYN mind mounts the merry-go-round MUCK ne'er never NUITRE o'er pardon pass peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE poetry pray say'st SCENE shout SIR GUISEBERT GRUTT SIR ROBERT MARESCHAULT SIR SIMON BETTE SIR WALTER D'ARLON soul speak stand STEENSEL sword There's thine things thou hast Thou shalt thought town true truth Twas twere UKENHEIM VAN DEN BOSCH VAN MUCK VAN RYK wherefore whilst White-Hoods wilt word
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Página xl - ... fruit thereof is uncertain, and consequently no culture of the earth, no navigation nor use of the commodities that may be imported by sea, no commodious building, no instruments of moving and removing such things as require much force, no knowledge of the face of the earth; no account of time, no arts, no letters, no society, and, which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Página xix - ... of masculine judgment, would certainly excite no sentiment of admiration, even if they did not provoke contempt. When the conduct and feelings attributed to them are reduced into prose, and brought to the test of a rational consideration, they must be perceived to be beings in whom there is no strength except that of their intensely selfish passions, — in whom all is vanity; their exertions being for vanity under the name of love or revenge, and their sufferings for vanity under the name of...
Página 171 - There lies a sleeping city, God of dreams ! What an unreal and fantastic world Is going on below ! Within the sweep of yon encircling wall How many a large creation of the night, Wide wilderness and mountain, rock and sea, Peopled with busy, transitory groups, Finds room to rise, and never feels the crowd.
Página 8 - In truth, To mould denial to a pleasing shape In all things, and most specially in love, Is a hard task ; alas ! I have not wit From such a sharp and waspish word as " no
Página 53 - tis ignoble to have led my life In idle meditations — that the times Demand me, echoing my father's name ? Oh ! what a fiery heart was his ! such souls Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. Oh ! my father ! Thy life is eloquent, and more persuades Unto dominion than thy death deters ; For that reminds me of a debt of blood Descended with my patrimony to me, Whose paying off would clear...
Página xii - ... to turn what they saw to account. It did not belong to poetry, in their apprehension, to thread the mazes of life in all its classes and under all its circumstances, common as well as romantic, and, seeing all things, to infer and to instruct : on the contrary, it was to stand aloof from- everything that is plain and true ; to have little concern with what is rational or wise ; it was to be, like music, a moving and enchanting art, acting upon the fancy, the affections, the passions, but scarcely...
Página xiv - Yet this impulse is losing its force, and even Lord Byron himself repudiated, in the latter years of his life, the poetical taste which he had espoused and propagated. The constitution of this writer's mind is not difficult to understand, and sufficiently explains the growth of his taste. Had he united a philosophical intellect to his peculiarly poetical temperament, he would probably have been the greatest poet of his age.
Página 133 - Of your ill fortunes, telling on their fingers The worthy leaders ye have lately lost. True, they were worthy men, most gallant chiefs ; And ill would it become us to make light Of the great loss we suffer by their fall. They died like heroes ; for no recreant step Had e'er dishonour'd them, no stain of fear, No base despair, no cowardly recoil.
Página 135 - Sirs ! look round you lest ye be deceived ; Forgiveness may be spoken with the tongue, Forgiveness may be written with the pen, But think not that the parchment and mouth pardon Will e'er eject old hatreds from the heart. There's that betwixt you been which men remember Till they forget themselves, till all's forgot, Till the deep sleep falls on them in that bed From which no morrow's mischief knocks them up.
Página 41 - Whose story is a fragment, known to few. Then comes the man who has the luck to live, And he's a prodigy. Compute the chances, And deem there's ne'er a one in dangerous times Who wins the race of glory, but than him A thousand men more gloriously endowed Have fallen upon the course ; a thousand others Have had their fortunes foundered by a chance, Whilst lighter barks pushed past them ; to whom add A smaller tally of the singular few, Who, gifted with predominating powers, Bear yet a temperate will,...