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Strathbogie: Or, the Recluse of Glenmorris: a Romance;, Band 1
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Seite 3 - Who stalks his round, an hideous form, Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep : And with him thousand phantoms...
Seite 66 - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
Seite 95 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, to add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper light To seek the beauteous eye of heav'n to garnish ; Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
Seite 3 - Brood of fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait ; Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee?
Seite 158 - Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Seite 30 - Bless'd be the hour I left my father's house ? I might have been a shepherd all my days, And stole obscurely to a peasant's grave. Now, if I live, with mighty chiefs I stand ; 140 And, if I fall, with noble dust I lie.