Tales, 1-2. kötet

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J. Hatchard, 1813 - 398 oldal

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245. oldal - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
305. oldal - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
341. oldal - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
180. oldal - Here on its wiry stem, in rigid bloom, Grows the salt lavender that lacks perfume ; Here the dwarf sallows creep, the septfoil harsh, And the soft slimy mallow of the marsh ; Low on the ear the distant billows sound, And just in view appears their stony bound ; No hedge nor tree conceals the glowing sun, Birds, save a wat'ry tribe, the district shun, Nor chirp among the reeds where bitter waters run.* " Various as beauteous, Nature, is thy face...
159. oldal - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
xix. oldal - Mezentius; for there the living perished in the putrefaction of the dead, and here the dead are preserved by the vitality of the living. And, to bring forward one other example, it will be found that Pope himself has no small portion of this actuality of relation, this nudity of description, and poetry without an atmosphere; the lines beginning 'In the worst inn's worst room...
117. oldal - I must be loved,' said Sybil ; ' I must see The man in terrors who aspires to me ; At my forbidding frown, his heart must ache, His tongue must falter, and his frame must shake : And if I grant him at my feet to kneel, What trembling, fearful pleasure must he feel ; Nay, such the raptures that my smiles inspire, That reason's self must for a time retire.
275. oldal - Of the world's good and feel not half its care ; ' Give them this comfort, and, indeed, my gout ' In its full vigour causes me some doubt; ' And let it always, for your zeal, suffice, ' That Vice you combat, in the abstract — Vice...
125. oldal - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
46. oldal - In vulgar tracks, and to submission bred ; " The coward never on himself relies, " But to an equal for assistance flies ; " Man yields to custom as he bows to fate, " In all things ruled — mind, body, and estate ; " In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply " To them we know not, and we know not why...

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