Cheveley, or, The man of honour

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Seite 61 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Seite 235 - For the mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from thee, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed, saith the LORD that hath mercy on thee.
Seite 137 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Seite 359 - Nevertheless I am continually with thee : Thou hast holden me by my right hand. Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, And afterward receive me to glory.
Seite 341 - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you undo this button : thank you, sir.
Seite 299 - AH, Ben ! Say how, or when, Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun...
Seite 275 - All the performances of human art, at which we look with praise or wonder, are instances of the resistless force of perseverance : it is by this that the quarry becomes a pyramid, and that distant countries are united with canals.
Seite 253 - Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Seite 327 - He came not, no, he came not, The night came on alone, The little stars sat one by one Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
Seite 227 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; All adoration, duty and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance ; — And so am I for Phebe.

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