Strathallan, Volume 4

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Sherwood, Neely, and Jones, 1816

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Page 164 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.
Page 236 - I should be brutish if I could forget it. Oft in the watchful post, or weary march, Oft in the nightly silence of my tent, My fixed mind shall gaze upon it still ; But it will pass before my fancy's eye, Like some delightful vision of the soul, To soothe, not trouble it.
Page 139 - Who is like thee in heaven, light of the silent night? The stars are ashamed in thy presence. They turn away their sparkling eyes. Whither dost thou retire from thy course, when the darkness of thy countenance grows? hast thou thy hall, like Ossian? dwellest thou in the shadow of grief? have thy sisters fallen from heaven ? are they who rejoiced with thee at night no more?
Page 242 - To be present at all the adventures to which human life is exposed, to administer slumber to thy eyelids in the agonies of a fever, to cover thy beloved face in the day of battle, to go with thee a guardian angel incapable of wound or pain, where I have longed to attend thee when a weak, a fearful woman : these, my dear, are the thoughts with which I warm my poor languid heart.
Page 273 - What is the world to them, Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all, Who in each other clasp whatever fair High fancy forms and lavish hearts can wish ? Something than beauty dearer, should they look Or on the mind or mind-illumin'd face ; Truth, goodness, honour, harmony, and love, The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven.
Page 140 - The distant dog is howling from the hut of the hill. The stag lies on the mountain moss : the hind is at his side. She hears the wind in his branchy horns. She starts, but lies again. The roe is in the cleft of the rock ; the heath-cock's head is beneath his wing. No beast, no bird is abroad, but the owl and the howling fox. She on a leafless tree ; he on a cloud on the hill.
Page 107 - ONE EYE. FROM THE LATIN. OF his right eye young Alcon was bereft, His mother, Lionella, of her left ; Give her thine eye, sweet boy, so shall ye prove The Goddess she, and you the God of Love.
Page 273 - OH ! form'd by Nature, and refin'd by Art, With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart ! By thousands sought, Clotilda, canst thou free Thy croud of captives and descend to me ? Content in shades obscure to waste thy life, A hidden beauty and a country wife ? O ! listen while thy summers are my theme, Ah ! soothe thy...
Page 203 - Mentre egli il suon de' sacri detti sciolse, colei di gioia trasmutossi, e rise; e, in atto di morir lieto e vivace, dir parea: S'apre il cielo; io vado in pace . D'un bel pallore ha il bianco volto asperso, come a...
Page 102 - Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.

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