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Pagina 35 - Never, never more, shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom. The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone.
Pagina 56 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Pagina 32 - Go — you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Pagina 210 - Swells with her virtues' catalogue along; No cataplasm could lengthen out her years, Though mourning friends shed cataracts of tears. Once loud and strong her catechist-like voice It dwindled to a catcall's squeaking noise; Most categorical her virtues shone, By catenation join'd each one to one; — But a vile catchpoll dog, with cruel bite, Like...
Pagina 189 - Mr. Joseph Primly." " Primly, Primly ! oh ! — a — yes — that man, yes, — you didn't say I was at home ? " Tim had not said you were at home, he had said that he didn't know whether you would be at home to him or not, and that he would go and see ! "Stupid boy]! Well, but this Primly — what can he want ? I never spoke to him but once, I think — .must see him, I suppose, as he's a stranger. Give him the Chronicle, and say, I'm coming down in one minute — just going out.
Pagina 33 - Retreating lightly with a lowly fear From grave to gay, from lively to severe, To err is human, to forgive divine, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. We ne'er shall look upon his like again, For...
Pagina 119 - Emperor along the gang-plank into the boat. The Undaunted lay close in, with her topsails hoisted, lying to. On arriving alongside, I immediately went up the side to receive the Emperor on the quarter-deck. He took his hat off and bowed to the officers, who were all assembled on the deck. Soon afterward he went forward to the forecastle among the people, and I found him there conversing with those among them who understood a little French.
Pagina 228 - THE noble king of Brentford Was old and very sick ; He summoned his physicians To wait upon him quick ; They stepped into their coaches, And brought their best physick. They crammed their gracious master With potion and with pill ; They drenched him and they bled him : They could not cure his ill. " Go fetch," says he, " my lawyer ; I'd better make my will.
Pagina 32 - For man the hermit sigh'd, till woman smiled, To waft a feather or to drown a fly, (In wit a man, simplicity a child,) With silent finger pointing to the sky. But fools rush in where angels fear to tread, Far out amid the melancholy main; As when a vulture on Imaus bred, Dies of a rose in aromatic pain. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall. My way of life is fall'n into...