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Seite 128 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 193 - Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time ; But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Seite 131 - THE wretch, condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Seite 135 - Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare. Her form was fresher than the morning rose, When the dew wets its leaves; unstain'd and pure, As is the lily, or the mountain snow.
Seite 106 - And cry content to that which grieves his heart, And wet his cheek with artificial tears, And frame his face to all occasions.
Seite 153 - Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart; Attended on his throne by all his guard Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions! OTWAY. Still when the lust of tyrant pow'r succeeds, Some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds. POPE. Ev'n fortune rules no more a servile land, Where exiled tyrants still by turns command. POPE.
Seite 65 - ... happy soul hath left its fair abode : How pale the cheek where warmth and beauty glow'd! Where now those charms that held th' admiring sight? The bloom as heav'n's unclouded azure bright ; Th' attractive smile by nature taught . to please ; The mien that temper'd dignity with ease ? Ah where ! yon solemn silent vault survey, Where writhes the reptile o'er its kindred clay ; There read on pride's stain'd cheek the gen'ral doom ; Then pause : — while memory bleeds upon the tomb. Perhaps while...
Seite 56 - Then with a look of humble resignation, he let his crosier fall within his arms, raised his eyes to heaven, and retired in silence. The faculties of the lady Magdelaine seemed bound, as by the spell of magic.