The Mysteries of St. Clair: Or, Mariette Mouline

J. Jaques and W. Wright, 1824 - 624 Seiten
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Seite 240 - buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody ? O, thou dull god! why liest thou with the vile, In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch A watch-case, or a common
Seite 229 - crown : Hie sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts
Seite 400 - in the Tempest, out of the mouth of his pretty Ariel, when he says, •' Where the bee sucks, there lurk I In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On a
Seite 240 - no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, Host thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd by buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the
Seite 169 - Truth is a plain spoken gentleman, who will never be cheated, and they are fools only who imagine that he will ever submit to wear a mask, whose honest features want no concealment." CHAPTER VIII. « Know ye the land, where the cypress and myrtle, Are emblems of deeds that are done iu their clime,? Where the rage of the
Seite 116 - are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown : Woe! woe! to the riders that trample them down! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain . And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain. But hark! through the fast flashing lightning of war, What
Seite 192 - I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,— Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly drest ; Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin, new reaped, Shewed like a stubble-land at
Seite 254 - of the frippery and finery which they substitute for simplicity, and sometimes decency ; unconscious that it is the sweetest charm that can adorn their persons, and that beauty " wants not the foreign aid of ornament, but is, when unadorned, adorned the most." " Yes,
Seite 25 - Princes and Lord* may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made. But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When
Seite 169 - Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? Tis the clime of the East—'tis the land of the Sun Can he smile on such deeds as

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