Cambrian Quarterly Magazine and Celtic Repertory, Volumul 5

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Pagina 114 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Pagina 100 - Our God shall come, and shall not keep silence: a fire shall devour before him, and it shall be very tempestuous round about him.
Pagina 381 - To die, to sleep; To sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Pagina 381 - ... tis nobler in the mind, to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune ; Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by opposing, end them ? To die — to sleep...
Pagina 381 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear. To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death. The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not...
Pagina 114 - Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ?— Canst thou, O partial sleep...
Pagina 479 - Shoulder Belts, or any Part whatsoever of what peculiarly belongs to the Highland Garb; and that no Tartan, or party-coloured Plaid or Stuff shall be used for Great Coats, or for Upper Coats...
Pagina 114 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds...
Pagina 370 - I have suffered hunger for the Son of the Virgin. I have been fostered in the land of the Deity, I have been teacher to all intelligences, I am able to instruct the whole universe. I shall be until the day of doom on the face of the earth ; And it is not known whether my body is flesh or fish. Then I was for nine months In the womb of the hag Ceridwen ; I was originally little Gwion, And at length I am Taliesin.
Pagina 129 - We have at last arrived at that critical period which I have long foreseen ; I mean that period which renders it necessary for us to determine whether we can or shall take the whole to ourselves.

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