The Works of James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements. To which is Prefixed, An Account of His Life and Writings. In Two Volumes, 2. kötet

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20. oldal - The passions make, when unconfin'd, and mad, They burst, unguided by the mental eye, '. . The light of reason, which in various ways Points them to good, or turns them back from ill ! O...
167. oldal - Attach thee firmly to the virtuous deeds And offices of life ; to life itself, With all its vain and transient joys, sit loose.
24. oldal - I could, in the most sacred ties, Live out a happy life. But, know that Romans, Their hearts, as well as enemies can conquer ; Then, take her to thy soul ! and with her, take Thy liberty and kingdom. In return, I ask but this — when you behold these eyes, These charms, with transport, be a friend to Rome.
316. oldal - Trust me, to reason He will return. OSMOND. He will ! — By Heavens, he shall ! — You know the king — I wish, my lord Siffredi, That you had deign'd to tell me all you knew — And would you have me wait with duteous patience, Till he return to reason...
24. oldal - Wept out his tender soul ; sudden the heart Of this young, conquering, loving, godlike Roman, Felt all the great divinity of virtue. His wishing youth stood check'd, his tempting power Restrain'd by kind humanity. — At once He for her parents and her lover call'd. — The various scene imagine : how his troops...
306. oldal - Madam, Rodolpho Urg'd me fo much, nay, even with tears conjur'd me, But this once more to ferve th...
293. oldal - Before th' attesting world given to another, Irrevocably given ! — There was a time, When the least cloud that hung upon my brow, Perhaps imagin'd only, touch'd thy pity. Then, brighten'd often by the ready tear, Thy looks were softness all ; then the quick heart, In every nerve alive forgot itself, And for each other then we felt alone.
115. oldal - Where never human foot had mark'd the shore, These ruffians left me — Yet believe me, Areas, Such is the rooted love we bear mankind, All ruffians as they were, I never heard A sound so dismal as their parting oars.
390. oldal - My utmost promise. Thou hast been protected ; Hast had thy. amplest, most ambitious, wish ; Thy wounded pride is heal'd, thy dear revenge Completely sated ; and, to crown thy fortune, At the same time, thy peace with Rome restored.
286. oldal - Yes, I will be a king, but not a slave ; In this will be a king ; in this my people Shall learn to judge how I will guard their rights, When they behold me vindicate my own. But have I, say, been treated like a king ? — Heavens ! could I stoop to such outrageous usage ! I were a mean, a shameless...

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