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... dark bosom of the fearful deep * . " He was a great admirer of good pictures - his taste as a connoisseur suggested to him the following appropriate description , and his gallantry prompted him to convert it into a high and very elegant ...
... dark bosom of the fearful deep * . " He was a great admirer of good pictures - his taste as a connoisseur suggested to him the following appropriate description , and his gallantry prompted him to convert it into a high and very elegant ...
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... his heaven - born mind , These eyes in death shall close , which melt with woe , And time's dark stream in distant ages flow . ADVERTISEMENT . THE Public are here presented with an Edition xxii BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH , & c .
... his heaven - born mind , These eyes in death shall close , which melt with woe , And time's dark stream in distant ages flow . ADVERTISEMENT . THE Public are here presented with an Edition xxii BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH , & c .
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... dark and long - impending clouds of barbarism were dispelled , and instantly gave way to a ' clear and a healthy horizon . Add to this , we constantly find a period in the annals of every country , at which its people begin to be ...
... dark and long - impending clouds of barbarism were dispelled , and instantly gave way to a ' clear and a healthy horizon . Add to this , we constantly find a period in the annals of every country , at which its people begin to be ...
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... dark , To cry , ' Hold ! hold ' ! " The lines are imperfectly quoted in Cibber , probably from memory . See Dr. Johnson's Rambler on this passage . * Pref . p . 8 . In Bishop Hurd our author has found a formidable accuser BIOGRAPHICAL ...
... dark , To cry , ' Hold ! hold ' ! " The lines are imperfectly quoted in Cibber , probably from memory . See Dr. Johnson's Rambler on this passage . * Pref . p . 8 . In Bishop Hurd our author has found a formidable accuser BIOGRAPHICAL ...
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... Dark , doleful , dreary , like a greedy grave , That still for carrion carcases doth crave . The ground no herbs but venomous did bear , Nor ragged trees did leave , but every where Dead bones and skulls were cast , and bodies hanged ...
... Dark , doleful , dreary , like a greedy grave , That still for carrion carcases doth crave . The ground no herbs but venomous did bear , Nor ragged trees did leave , but every where Dead bones and skulls were cast , and bodies hanged ...
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Page 189 - You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage ; and that all the walls With painted imagery had said at once, — " Jesu preserve thee ! welcome, Bolingbroke !" Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus, — " I thank you, countrymen :" And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
Page 190 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong...
Page 91 - The fleeting course of fast-declining life : There heard we him with broke and hollow plaint Rue with himself his end approaching fast, And all for nought his wretched mind torment With sweet remembrance of his pleasures past. And fresh delights of lusty youth forewaste ; Recounting which, how would he sob and shriek, And to be young again of Jove beseek ! But an...
Page xxvii - He made an administration so checkered and speckled ; he put together a piece of joinery so. crossly indented and whimsically dove-tailed ; a cabinet so variously inlaid ; such a piece of diversified mosaic, such a tesselated pavement without cement ; here a bit of black stone, and there a bit of white...
Page xxvii - ... a tesselated pavement without cement ; here a bit of black stone, and there a bit of white ; patriots and courtiers, king's friends and republicans; whigs and tories; treacherous friends and open enemies ; that it was indeed a very curious show ; but utterly unsafe to touch, and unsure to stand on.
Page 80 - To read what manner music that might be: For all that pleasing is to living ear, Was there consorted in one harmony; Birds, voices, instruments, winds, waters, all agree. The joyous birds, shrouded in cheerful shade, Their notes unto the voice attempered sweet; Th' angelical soft trembling voices made To th...
Page 138 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 90 - ... he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath. The body's rest, the quiet of the heart, The travail's ease, the still night's fear was he, And of our life in earth the better part ; Reaver of sight, and yet in whom we see Things oft that tide, and oft that never be ; Without respect, esteeming equally King Groemi pomp, and Irus
Page 92 - Went on three feet, and sometimes crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side, His scalp all pilled, and he with eld forlore; His withered fist still knocking at Death's door, Fumbling and driveling, as he draws his breath; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.
Page 114 - Seiian worms he knows, that with their thread Draw out their silken lives ; nor silken pride : His lambs...