A commonplace book of epigrams analytically arranged, Ausgabe 426 |
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... fates Have rather been uncivil . ' Tis not her air , for sure in that There's nothing more than common : And all her sense is only chat , Like any other woman . Her voice , her touch , might give th ' alarm , — ' Twas both perhaps - or ...
... fates Have rather been uncivil . ' Tis not her air , for sure in that There's nothing more than common : And all her sense is only chat , Like any other woman . Her voice , her touch , might give th ' alarm , — ' Twas both perhaps - or ...
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... fate explain , And I will try to bear my woe ; In love , as death , the greatest pain Is all to fear , and nothing know . From Brossin . IN the ages when innocence reign'd , ' twas a pleasure To listen to love , and encourage his fires ...
... fate explain , And I will try to bear my woe ; In love , as death , the greatest pain Is all to fear , and nothing know . From Brossin . IN the ages when innocence reign'd , ' twas a pleasure To listen to love , and encourage his fires ...
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... fate , how deep my anguish . In vain ! for more than tears or sighs This sure my passion must discover , That , spite of care , my tell - tale eyes In every glance betray the lover ! LABOUR IN VAIN . IN vain you strive , by every art ...
... fate , how deep my anguish . In vain ! for more than tears or sighs This sure my passion must discover , That , spite of care , my tell - tale eyes In every glance betray the lover ! LABOUR IN VAIN . IN vain you strive , by every art ...
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... fate . So the fond moth round tapers plays , Nor dreams of death in such bright fires ; With joy he hastes into the blaze , He courts his doom , and there expires . ON ONE INSENSIBLE OF THE PASSION HE HAD EXCITED . THUS by some stream's ...
... fate . So the fond moth round tapers plays , Nor dreams of death in such bright fires ; With joy he hastes into the blaze , He courts his doom , and there expires . ON ONE INSENSIBLE OF THE PASSION HE HAD EXCITED . THUS by some stream's ...
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... fate ; but mine still more unkind ; His love went with him , but mine stays behind . From the Portuguese . You call me still your life ; oh , change the word : Life is as transient as the inconstant sigh . Say rather I'm your soul ...
... fate ; but mine still more unkind ; His love went with him , but mine stays behind . From the Portuguese . You call me still your life ; oh , change the word : Life is as transient as the inconstant sigh . Say rather I'm your soul ...
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Seite 73 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Seite 65 - THREE poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Seite 212 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Seite 73 - Shakspearc and Milton, like gods in the fight, Have put their whole drama and epic to flight ; In satires, epistles, and odes, would they cope. Their numbers retreat before Dryden and Pope ; And Johnson, well arm'd like a hero of yore, Has beat forty French, \ and will beat forty more...
Seite 138 - But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead, — Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more — She had not died to-day.
Seite 53 - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Seite 148 - What can the cause be, when the king hath given His poet sack, the household will not pay? Are they so scanted in their store? — or driven For want of knowing the poet, to say him nay? Well, they should know him, would the king but grant His poet leave to sing his household true...
Seite 89 - King George in a fright, Lest Gibbon should write The story of Britain's disgrace, Thought no means more sure His pen to secure, Than to give the historian a place.