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78. oldal - I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London that a young, healthy child well nursed is, at a year old, . a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee or a ragout.
378. oldal - And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again: - a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thought - and that was...
80. oldal - But I am not in the least pain upon that matter, because it is very well known that they are every day dying and rotting by cold and famine, and filth and vermin, as fast as can be reasonably expected.
393. oldal - Yet speak to me ! I have outwatch'd the stars, And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee. Speak to me ! I have wander'd o'er the earth And never found thy likeness — Speak to me ! Look on the fiends around — they feel for me : I fear them not, and feel for thee alone — Speak to me ! though it be in wrath ; — but say — I reck not what — but let me hear thee once — This once — once more ! PHANTOM OF ASTARTE.
207. oldal - With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err; Alike in ignorance, his reason such, Whether he thinks too little or too much...
379. oldal - And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up...
188. oldal - How happy is the blameless vestal's lot ! The world forgetting, by the world forgot : Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind ! Each prayer accepted, and each wish resign'd ; Labour and rest, that equal periods keep ; Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep ; Desires compos'd, affections ever even ; Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heaven.
207. oldal - The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer...
329. oldal - And the sinuous paths of lawn and of moss, Which led through the garden along and across, Some open at once to the sun and the breeze, Some lost among bowers of blossoming trees Were all paved with daisies and delicate bells As fair as the fabulous asphodels; And flowrets which drooping as day drooped too, Fell into pavilions, white, purple, and blue, To roof the glowworm from the evening dew.