PAGE Noble confederates, thus far is perfect 179 453 Noble lord and lady bright. Noble she is by birth, made good by virtue Non ego illam mihi dotem duco esse quae dos dicitur Non ego omnino lucrum omne esse utile Not kill her? Rack me Not length of life, not an illustrious birth Not then mistrust, but tender love, enjoins Not to thee only hath come Nothing is new: we walk where others went Now, Dido, with these reliques burn thyself ΙΟΙ 18 17 34 496 505 185 518 107 571 4I 80 71 152 453 540 359 Now the third and fatal conflict of the Persian throne was done One day, as slowly sauntering from the port Once more unto the breach, once more, good friends One draught from Lethe's flood! reach me one draught PAGE 272 230 397 347 349 124 303 449 47 322 194 322 238 296 34 28 415 61 565 283 448 92 38 16 380 141 124 470 445 457 65 126 108 54 57 566 510 585 96 578 52 163 16 16 Out of your proof you speak: we poor unfledged Over the joyous feast the sudden darkness descended 540 176 300 366 203 494 Quam iniqui sunt patres in omnes adolescentes iudices Quisquis volet perennem Quod mundus stabili fide Quoi! vous parlez de cheveux blancs R Reader, if to thy bosom cling the pain Remember what our father oft has told us Retire thou, impious man! Ay, hide thyself Rex, quæ in vita usurpant homines, cogitant, curant, vident Rome, Rome, thou now resemblest a ship Ruffian, let go that rude, uncivil touch Ruin to Athens! who dares echo that? Run, boy run; run and seek him out. She shuns her sisters' gay companionship She snatched her poignard. Shepherd, I pray thee stay: where hast thou been? Sir, there's a proclamation that you are vanished Slow, slow, fresh fount; keep time with my salt tears So would I not, so would Eteocles Solis ut umbra comes, comes est quoque livor honoris Soft cradled thee thy Fortune till this day. Some asked me where the rubies grew Some from the feeling of their grief are wrought Some glory in their birth, some in their skill PAGE 201 508 509 237 510 491 515 153 258 255 545 550 15 90 464 Somewhere beneath the sun Somne veni et quanquam certissima mortis imago es Son of Vespasian, I have been a soldier Spare that proposal, father; spare the trouble Speak but the word at once, the blow shall follow . Speak not of treaty, speak not of surrender Speak to me, son. Speak you so gently, pardon me I pray you Speaking or silent, thou canst always know 333 544 167 74 70 187 329 420 420 232 257 52 540 78 Submissive sad and lonely was her look 125 Such a man might be a copy 223 Such are the visions, green and sweet 570 Such chance as killed the father, killed the sons 74 Such duty as the subject owes the prince 289 Such honours to one ambitious 268 The air is pleasant, and the soil most fit The blessed sleep you know not whose sweet influence The boiling tempest still The cankering rust corrodes the brightest steel PAGE 265 81 14 165 121 23 The chiefs of other times are departed The cold in clime are cold in blood The dead hath now his offerings duly paid 508 202 The dignity of fortitude opposes. The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known The lapse of time and rivers is the same The love of kings is like the blowing of winds The morn doth hasten our departure The most in years of all the mourning train. The night grows on, and you are for your meeting The nightingale in summer's front doth sing The pearly dew drop see some flower adorn 15 13 15 102 42 264 13 12 513 66 175 €7 352 243 212 361 549 316 35 73 19 478 214 85 72 543 331 345 199 74 481 The sum of all I know I have disclosed The tear down childhood's cheek that flows The star that bids the shepherd fold The straightest tree that grows upon one only root The sun is bright, the sky is clear 192 220 563 The term of life is limited 14 The third unhappy and enraged sort. 93 The trumpets sounded and the field began. The tyrannous and bloody act is done The vaine excesse of flattering fortune's gifts The unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the hawthorn 24 171 The wise and active conquer difficulties The world-compelling plan was thine. 12 483 The world is still deceived with ornament The world's a labyrinth The world's a theatre of theft The yearly course that brings this day about Then am I doubly hopeless. Then as an eagle who with pious care Then, as I said, the great Duke Bolingbroke Then fare ye well ye citizens of Ghent Then go not so, my King, I cannot part Then he grew proud, yet gentle in his pride Then I'll look up. 349 20 588 399 486 117 197 298 104 164 131 |