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Pagina 241 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Pagina 146 - I been depos'd, if you had reign'd! The father had descended for the son; For only you are lineal to the throne. Thus, when the state one Edward did depose, A greater Edward in his room arose. But now, not I, but poetry is curst; For Tom the Second reigns like Tom the First. But let 'em not mistake my patron's part Nor call his charity their own desert. 50 Yet this I prophesy: thou shalt be seen, (Tho...
Pagina xl - Out of my house, out of my house, thou viper! thou serpent, that I have fostered! thou bosom traitress, that I raised from nothing !—Begone ! begone ! begone !— go ! go! — That I took from washing of old gauze and weaving of dead hair, with a bleak blue nose over a chafing-dish of starved embers, and dining behind a traverse rag, in a shop no bigger than a bird-cage!
Pagina 260 - No, I'll give you your revenge another time, when you are not so indifferent ; you are thinking of something else now, and play too negligently; the coldness of a losing gamester lessens the pleasure of the winner. I'd no more play with a man that slighted his ill fortune, than I'd make love to a woman who undervalued the loss of her reputation.
Pagina 181 - I know love is powerful, and nobody can help his passion : 'tis not your fault ; nor I swear it is not mine. How can I help it, if I have charms ? and how can you help it if you are made a captive ? I swear it is pity it should be a fault. But my honour, — well, but your honour too — but the sin ! — well, but the necessity — O Lord, here is somebody coming, I dare not stay.
Pagina xxxiv - I answered, that had he been so unfortunate as to be a mere gentleman, I should never have come to see him ; and I was very much disgusted at so unseasonable a piece of vanity.
Pagina lv - I mean to speak of him in the language of our art. To speak then of Vanbrugh in the language of a Painter, he had originality of invention, he understood light and shadow, and had great skill in composition.
Pagina xci - Beauty the lover's gift! Lord, what is a lover, that it can give? Why, one makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one pleases; and then, if one pleases, one makes more.
Pagina 172 - What rugged ways attend the noon of life! Our sun declines, and with what anxious strife, What pain, we tug that galling load — a wife.
Pagina 226 - No, no, I am not mad, monster, I am wise enough to find you out. Hadst thou the impudence to aspire at being a husband with that stubborn and disobedient temper ? — You that know not how to submit to a father, presume to have a sufficient stock of duty to undergo a wife ? I should have been finely fobbed indeed, very finely fobbed.