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الصفحة 414 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
الصفحة 436 - He grasped the mane with both his hands. And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
الصفحة 51 - None so sovereign to the brain. Nature that did in thee excel, Framed again no second smell. Roses, violets, but toys For the smaller sort of boys, Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent. Stinking'st of the stinking kind, Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind...
الصفحة 210 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
الصفحة 437 - The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out: "Well done!
الصفحة 51 - Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss, And those forms of old admiring, Call her Cockatrice and Siren, Basilisk, and all that's evil, Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil, Ethiop, Wench, and Blackamoor. Monkey, Ape, and twenty more : Friendly Traitress, Loving Foe, — Not that she is truly so, But no other way they know A contentment to express, Borders so upon excess, That they do not rightly wot Whether it be pain or not.
الصفحة 431 - I strove to cry - my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are they the reins to guide?
الصفحة 431 - His first and last career is done! On came the troop - they saw him stoop, They saw me strangely bound along His back with many a bloody thong: They stop, they start, they snuff the air, Gallop a moment here and there, Approach, retire, wheel round and round, Then plunging back with sudden bound, Headed by one black mighty steed, Who...