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Seite iii - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Seite 260 - For they do not appear to me to have lost the faculty of reasoning, but having joined together some ideas very wrongly, they mistake them for truths; and they err as men do that argue right from wrong principles. For, by the violence of their imaginations, having taken their fancies for realities, they make right deductions from them.
Seite 63 - I vow and swear ; But, wet and cold, crave shelter here ; Betray'd by night, and led astray, I've lost, alas ! I've lost my way.
Seite 174 - Janus, gave me first to know A mortal's trifling cares below ; My race of life began with thee. Thus far, from great misfortunes free, Contented, I my lot endure, Nor Nature's rigid laws arraign, Nor spurn at common ills in vain, Which folly cannot shun, nor wise reflexion cure.
Seite xli - Sword, fire, and all thy ever open gates, That day and night stand ready to receive us. But what's beyond them ? — Who will draw that veil? Yet death's not there — No, 'tis a point of time, The verge 'twixt mortal and immortal beings. It mocks our thoughts! On tins side all is life; And when we have rcach'd it, in that very instant, Tis past the thinking of!
Seite xxxix - Your God is one God, there is no God but He, the most merciful.
Seite xix - The town is highly obliged to that excellent artist, for having shewn us the Italian music in its perfection, as well as for that generous appro-bation he lately gave to an opera of our own country, in which the composer endeavoured to do justice to the beauty of the words, by following that noble example which has been set him by the greatest foreign masters in that art.
Seite 66 - Arms ; At leaft, if that's too much, afford a fpace To meeting Lips, nor fhall we flight the Grace ; We owe .to thee this Freedom to complain, And breathe our Vows, but Vows, alas ! in vain. Thus having faid, when Evening call'd to Reft, The faithful Pair on either fide impreft An intercepted Kifs, then bade Good-night ; But when th...
Seite 59 - How fhort has thy mild empire been ! When pregnant Time brought forth this new-born age. At firft we faw thee gently fmile On the young birth, and thy fweet voice awhile...