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Page 423 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 285 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
Page 378 - And gave him back the fair. Thus song could prevail O'er death and o'er hell, A conquest how hard and how glorious ! Though fate had fast bound her, With Styx nine times round her, Yet music and love were victorious.
Page 71 - Non amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare, Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te " — * * Thus Englished by the famous Tom Brown : " I do not love thee, Dr. Fell...
Page 423 - Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Page 40 - Amid a multitude of artless hands, Ruin's sure perquisite! her lawful prize! Some steer aright, but the black blast blows hard, And puffs them wide of hope : with hearts of proof, Full against wind and tide, some win their way; And when strong effort has deserv'd the port, And tugg'd it into view, 'tis won! 'tis lost!
Page 39 - That shining shield invites the tyrant's spear, As if to damp our elevated aims, And strongly preach humility to man. O how portentous is prosperity ! How, comet-like, it threatens, while it shines .' Few years but yield us proof of death's ambition, To cull his victims from the fairest fold, And sheath his shafts in all the pride of life.
Page 232 - Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth : For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times, Turning...
Page 210 - Mr. Meynel sometimes bred from brother and sister: this is certainly what may be called a little close; but should they both be very good, and particularly should the same defects not predominate in both, but the perfections of the one, promise to correct' in the produce the imperfections of the other...
Page 36 - May it please your Royal Highness,— The members of the Jockey Club, deeply regretting your absence from Newmarket, earnestly entreat the affair may be buried in oblivion ; and sincerely hope that the different meetings may again be honoured by your Royal Highness's condescending attendance.