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... sense or virtue to our own coun- try , and have fraternized , like true cosmopolites , with our neighbours and contemporaries , we have made our self - love amends by letting the genera- tion we live in engross nearly all our admiration ...
... sense or virtue to our own coun- try , and have fraternized , like true cosmopolites , with our neighbours and contemporaries , we have made our self - love amends by letting the genera- tion we live in engross nearly all our admiration ...
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... senses , without the alterations of opinion or disguise of language . We there see the blood circulate through the veins ( long before it was known that it did so ) , the same red and white " by nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid ...
... senses , without the alterations of opinion or disguise of language . We there see the blood circulate through the veins ( long before it was known that it did so ) , the same red and white " by nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid ...
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... sense , and a particle of its divine flame was lent to brighten and rify the lamp of love ! pu- There have been persons who , being sceptics as to the divine mission of Christ , have taken an unaccountable prejudice to his doctrines ...
... sense , and a particle of its divine flame was lent to brighten and rify the lamp of love ! pu- There have been persons who , being sceptics as to the divine mission of Christ , have taken an unaccountable prejudice to his doctrines ...
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... sense either of religion , or philosophy , or humanity , or true genius . Nor can I help think- ing , that we may discern the traces of the in- fluence exerted by religious faith in the spirit of the poetry of the age of Elizabeth , in ...
... sense either of religion , or philosophy , or humanity , or true genius . Nor can I help think- ing , that we may discern the traces of the in- fluence exerted by religious faith in the spirit of the poetry of the age of Elizabeth , in ...
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... faery Which I so much do vaunt , but no where show , But vouch antiquities , which nobody can know . See a Voyage to the Straits of Magellan , 1594 . But let that man with better sense avise , That GENERAL VIEW OF THE SUBJECT . 27.
... faery Which I so much do vaunt , but no where show , But vouch antiquities , which nobody can know . See a Voyage to the Straits of Magellan , 1594 . But let that man with better sense avise , That GENERAL VIEW OF THE SUBJECT . 27.
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Page 27 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 254 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity: And your quaint honour turn to dust; And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.
Page 298 - But the sufficiency of Christian immortality frustrates all earthly glory, and the quality of either state after death makes a folly of posthumous memory. God who can only destroy our souls, and hath assured our resurrection, either of our bodies or names hath directly promised no duration. Wherein there is so much of chance, that the boldest expectants have found unhappy frustration ; and to hold long subsistence, seems but a scape in oblivion. But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous...
Page 222 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Page 253 - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Page 294 - ... to subsist in bones, and be but pyramidally extant, is a fallacy in duration. Vain ashes, which, in the oblivion of names, persons, times, and sexes, have found unto themselves a fruitless continuation, and only arise unto late posterity as emblems of mortal vanities, antidotes against pride, vainglory, and madding vices!
Page 257 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 53 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Page 224 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 59 - Her lips suck forth my soul! See where it flies; Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.