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Page 91
... pleasures freely . Since every man who lives is born to die , And none can boast sincere felicity , With equal ... pleasure , and contentment these . Pope . Thrice happy they , the wise , contented poor , From lust of wealth and ...
... pleasures freely . Since every man who lives is born to die , And none can boast sincere felicity , With equal ... pleasure , and contentment these . Pope . Thrice happy they , the wise , contented poor , From lust of wealth and ...
Page 94
... pleasures never taste . From loveless youth to unrespected age No passion gratified , except her rage ; So much the fury still outran the wit , Herrick . Gay , Fables . Gay , Dione . Gay , Fables . The pleasure miss'd her , and the ...
... pleasures never taste . From loveless youth to unrespected age No passion gratified , except her rage ; So much the fury still outran the wit , Herrick . Gay , Fables . Gay , Dione . Gay , Fables . The pleasure miss'd her , and the ...
Page 118
... pleasure meet , To chase the glowing hours with flying feet . Byron , Ch . Har . The music , and the banquet , and the wine , - The garlands , the rose - odours , and the flowers , - The sparkling eyes , and flashing ornaments , - The ...
... pleasure meet , To chase the glowing hours with flying feet . Byron , Ch . Har . The music , and the banquet , and the wine , - The garlands , the rose - odours , and the flowers , - The sparkling eyes , and flashing ornaments , - The ...
Page 126
... pleasure here , Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come ! Blair , Grave . All flesh is grass , and all its glory fades Like the fair flow'r dishevell'd in the wind ; Riches have wings , and grandeur is a dream ; The man we celebrate ...
... pleasure here , Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come ! Blair , Grave . All flesh is grass , and all its glory fades Like the fair flow'r dishevell'd in the wind ; Riches have wings , and grandeur is a dream ; The man we celebrate ...
Page 134
... pleasure in the damned thought . Though my heart's blood should curdle at thy sight , I'll stay and face thee still . Joanna Baillie , De Montford . DEITY - see God , Creator , Omnipotence , Providence . Father of light and life ! thou ...
... pleasure in the damned thought . Though my heart's blood should curdle at thy sight , I'll stay and face thee still . Joanna Baillie , De Montford . DEITY - see God , Creator , Omnipotence , Providence . Father of light and life ! thou ...
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Aaron Hill Absalom and Achitophel Addison bear beauty Ben Jonson bliss brave breast breath bright Butler Byron charms Churchill clouds Cowper Crabbe death deeds doth dream Dryden earth Ebenezer Elliott Eliza Cook eternal eyes Fable fair fame fate fear flowers fools fortune Giaour give glory Goldsmith grace grave grief happy hast hate hath heart heaven Herrick honour hope hour Hudibras human Joanna Baillie John Johnson king Lalla Rookh live look Lord lover Macb man's Milton mind Moore nature ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace Pindar pleasure Pope praise rich Rosciad shine Siege of Corinth sigh sleep smile Sophonisba sorrow soul spirit sweet tears thee There's thine things Thomson thou art thought tongue truth VIII virtue wind wise words wretch Young youth
Popular passages
Page 452 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 395 - I'll read, his for his love,' XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green ; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy : Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Page 337 - Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 269 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 188 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 164 - This England never did (nor never shall) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, if England to itself do rest but true.
Page 121 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Page 129 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 270 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Page 494 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.