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... wishes to marry her lawfully , and to repudiate his wife . Still , to omit no expedient , he employs a magician , who utters invocations ( on the stage ) , summons the in- fernal spirits , and brings up a troop of Spirits : these dance ...
... wishes to marry her lawfully , and to repudiate his wife . Still , to omit no expedient , he employs a magician , who utters invocations ( on the stage ) , summons the in- fernal spirits , and brings up a troop of Spirits : these dance ...
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... wishes to impress a doctrine , not raise a dream , he disposes us to it beforehand , but after another fashion . We naturally remain in doubt before a cruel action : we divine that the red irons which are about to put out the eyes of ...
... wishes to impress a doctrine , not raise a dream , he disposes us to it beforehand , but after another fashion . We naturally remain in doubt before a cruel action : we divine that the red irons which are about to put out the eyes of ...
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... wish it now , -these are sufficient To make a heap about us of dead foes , An honest pile for burial . . . . Chuse your death ; ... For , I have seen him in such various shapes , I care not which I take : I'm only troubled . The life I ...
... wish it now , -these are sufficient To make a heap about us of dead foes , An honest pile for burial . . . . Chuse your death ; ... For , I have seen him in such various shapes , I care not which I take : I'm only troubled . The life I ...
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... wishes to her heart ; I ' th ' very minute when her virtue nods , I'll rush upon her in a storm of love , Beat down her guard of honour all before me , Surfeit on joys , till ev'n desire grow sick ; Then by long absence liberty regain ...
... wishes to her heart ; I ' th ' very minute when her virtue nods , I'll rush upon her in a storm of love , Beat down her guard of honour all before me , Surfeit on joys , till ev'n desire grow sick ; Then by long absence liberty regain ...
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... wishes it , a musician and a painter ; he writes stirring airs , which shake all the senses , even if they do not sink deep into the heart . Such is his Alexander's Feast , an ode in honour of St. Cecilia's day , an admirable trumpet ...
... wishes it , a musician and a painter ; he writes stirring airs , which shake all the senses , even if they do not sink deep into the heart . Such is his Alexander's Feast , an ode in honour of St. Cecilia's day , an admirable trumpet ...
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Page 187 - WE were now treading that illustrious Island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge, and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible, if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish, if it were possible.
Page 280 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Page 359 - Now, what I want is Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts : nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which 1 bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir...
Page 521 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 256 - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man - be virtuous - be religious - be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.
Page 33 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed ; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit, Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Page 33 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 263 - The primal duties shine aloft — like stars ; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man — like flowers.
Page 526 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Page 526 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.