Memoirs of the Life of Dr. Darwin: Chiefly During His Residence in Lichfield, with Anecdotes of His Friends, and Criticisms on His Writings
At the Classic Press, for W. Poyntell & Company, 1804 - 313 Seiten
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Seite 219 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Seite 220 - And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Seite 177 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 34 - For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through heaven and earth : And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems...
Seite 113 - Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied, for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant* sung; Silence was...
Seite 221 - Sleep no more ! ' to all the house : ' Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Seite 252 - E'en now, e'en now, on yonder Western shores Weeps pale Despair, and writhing Anguish roars : E'en now in Afric's groves with hideous yell Fierce Slavery stalks, and slips the dogs of hell ; From vale to vale the gathering cries rebound, And sable nations tremble at the sound ! — . YE BANDS OF SENATORS!
Seite 198 - ... orbs encroach ; Flowers of the sky ! ye too to age must yield, Frail as your silken sisters of the field ! Star after star from Heaven's high arch shall rush, Suns sink on Suns, and systems systems crush, Headlong, extinct, to one dark centre fall, And Death, and Night, and Chaos mingle all ! Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm, Immortal NATURE lifts her changeful form, Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame, And soars and shines, another and the same.
Seite 43 - It was a platform, with a seat fixed upon a very high pair of wheefs, and supported in the front, upon the back of the horse, by means of a kind of proboscis, which, forming an arch, reached over the hind quarters of the horse, and passed through a ring, placed on an upright piece of iron, which worked in a socket, fixed in the saddle. The...