Poet Lore, Volume 20

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AMS Reprint, 1909
 

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Page 478 - The day before he has engaged the players. Hamlet has heard, ' That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaimed their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 390 - I falter where I firmly trod And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar stairs That slope through darkness up to God, ' I stretch lame hands of faith and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger
Page 390 - altar stairs That slope through darkness up to God, ' I stretch lame hands of faith and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger
Page 478 - 11 no more on 't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
Page 390 - If these brief lays, of sorrow born, Were taken to be such as closed Grave doubts and answers here proposed, Then these were such as men might scorn. 'Her care is not to part and prove,— She takes, when harsher moods remit, What slender shade of doubt may flit, And makes it vassal unto love.
Page 478 - For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.' ' Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he but blench I know my course.
Page 479 - Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he but blench I know my course.
Page 386 - this, how that it is A labour spent in vaine To love them wele, for never a dele They love a man againe; For lete a man do what he can Their favour to attayne, Yet, yf a newe do them pursue, Their first trew lover than Laboureth for nought; for from her thought He is a
Page 478 - by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaimed their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 65 - Lightly, oh, lightly we bear her along, She sways like a flower in the wind of our song; She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream. Gayly, oh, gayly we glide and we sing, We bear her along like a pearl on a string.

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