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Seite 160 - The medal, faithful to its charge of fame, Through climes and ages bears each form and name : In one short view, subjected to our eye, Gods, emperors, heroes, sages, beauties, lie.
Seite 217 - Different minds Incline to different objects: one pursues The vast alone, the wonderful, the wild ; Another sighs for harmony and grace, And gentlest beauty.
Seite 54 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead...
Seite 229 - Set you down this ; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
Seite 167 - The bride kissed the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar: "Now tread we a measure,
Seite 71 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Seite 192 - See the wild waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very tombs now vanished like their dead!
Seite 317 - Peradventure the woman will not be willing to follow me into this land, must I needs bring thy son again unto the land from whence thou earnest?