The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Band 2William Miller, 1811 |
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... fair Leonora , -how I love her ! Yet still I find ( I know not how it is ) Another heart , another soul for thee . Thy friendship warms , it raises , it transports Like music ; pure the joy , without allay , Whose very rapture is ...
... fair Leonora , -how I love her ! Yet still I find ( I know not how it is ) Another heart , another soul for thee . Thy friendship warms , it raises , it transports Like music ; pure the joy , without allay , Whose very rapture is ...
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... fair ! Be thou her guardian , and thou must be mine ; Shut out the thousand pressing ills of life With thy surrounding arms- -Do this , and then Set down the liberty and life thou gavest me , As little things , as essays of thy goodness ...
... fair ! Be thou her guardian , and thou must be mine ; Shut out the thousand pressing ills of life With thy surrounding arms- -Do this , and then Set down the liberty and life thou gavest me , As little things , as essays of thy goodness ...
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... fair the cheek that first alarmed my soul ! How bright the eye that set it on a flame ! How soft the breast on which I laid my peace For years to slumber , unawaked by care ! How fierce the transport ! how sublime the bliss ! How deep ...
... fair the cheek that first alarmed my soul ! How bright the eye that set it on a flame ! How soft the breast on which I laid my peace For years to slumber , unawaked by care ! How fierce the transport ! how sublime the bliss ! How deep ...
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... fair ? Are ye not blasted as I enter in ? Yes , see how every flower lets fall its head ! How shudders every leaf without a wind ! How every green is as the ivy pale ! Did ever midnight ghosts assemble here ? Have these sweet echoes ...
... fair ? Are ye not blasted as I enter in ? Yes , see how every flower lets fall its head ! How shudders every leaf without a wind ! How every green is as the ivy pale ! Did ever midnight ghosts assemble here ? Have these sweet echoes ...
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... fair Erixene . Cur . I've partly heard Her smothered story . Post . Smothered by the king ; And wisely too : but thou shalt hear it all . Not seas of adamant , not mountains whelmed On guilty secrets , can exclude the day . Long burnt a ...
... fair Erixene . Cur . I've partly heard Her smothered story . Post . Smothered by the king ; And wisely too : but thou shalt hear it all . Not seas of adamant , not mountains whelmed On guilty secrets , can exclude the day . Long burnt a ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 580 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe...
Seite 580 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 583 - Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence...
Seite 579 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Seite 584 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Seite 576 - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Seite 576 - Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Seite 574 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence; How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night At every fall smoothing the raven down Of Darkness till it smiled...
Seite 582 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Seite 584 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.