A commonplace book of epigrams analytically arranged, Ausgabe 426 |
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... smile , while all around thee weep . From the Greek . THRACIANS ! who howl around an infant's birth , And give the funeral hour to songs and mirth , Well in your grief and gladness are exprest , That life is labour , and that death is ...
... smile , while all around thee weep . From the Greek . THRACIANS ! who howl around an infant's birth , And give the funeral hour to songs and mirth , Well in your grief and gladness are exprest , That life is labour , and that death is ...
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... smiles and pleasures , To me he left the tears and cares . TO CYNTHIA . AH ! tell me no more , my dear girl , with a sigh , That a coldness will creep o'er my heart ; That a sullen indifference will dwell on my eye When thy beauty ...
... smiles and pleasures , To me he left the tears and cares . TO CYNTHIA . AH ! tell me no more , my dear girl , with a sigh , That a coldness will creep o'er my heart ; That a sullen indifference will dwell on my eye When thy beauty ...
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... smile at my despair , And bid me other nymphs adore ? Show me a girl but half so fair , And I will trouble thee no more . Hide then that neck , and lip , and eye , Since thus resolved to shun pursuit ; For Love will follow , like the ...
... smile at my despair , And bid me other nymphs adore ? Show me a girl but half so fair , And I will trouble thee no more . Hide then that neck , and lip , and eye , Since thus resolved to shun pursuit ; For Love will follow , like the ...
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... smile , as though its balm possessing . In vain those tears that strive to flow , Tears of a heart now doom'd to languish , I check ; lest aught on earth should know How dark my fate , how deep my anguish . In vain ! for more than tears ...
... smile , as though its balm possessing . In vain those tears that strive to flow , Tears of a heart now doom'd to languish , I check ; lest aught on earth should know How dark my fate , how deep my anguish . In vain ! for more than tears ...
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... smile : In her what kings , what saints have wish'd , is given , Her heart is empire , and her love is heaven . THE INTOXICATION OF LOVE . THE girl that I love lately gave me a kiss , And the dew of her lips seal'd the ravishing bliss ...
... smile : In her what kings , what saints have wish'd , is given , Her heart is empire , and her love is heaven . THE INTOXICATION OF LOVE . THE girl that I love lately gave me a kiss , And the dew of her lips seal'd the ravishing bliss ...
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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.