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He shines for Altamont, and for Calista.
4. All dark and comfortless.
5. Thou speak'st a woman's ; hear a warrior's wish.
And roving armies shun the fatal shore.-Trag. of Douglas. 6. Ah! Mercy on my soul! What's that? My old friend's ghost! They say, none but wicked folks walk. I wish I were at the bottom of a coalpit ! La! how pale, and how long his face is grown since his death! He never was handsome; and death bas very much improved him the wrong way.-Pray, do not come near me! I wished you very well when you were a. live. - But I could never abide a dead man cheek by jowl with me.--Ah! Ah! mercy on me! No nearer, pray! If it be only to take your leave of me, that you are come back, I could have excused you the ceremony with all my heart.- Or if you-mercy on us ! - No nearer, pray-or if you have wrong'd any body, as you always lov'd money a little, i give you the word of a frighted Christian, I will pras, as long as you please, for the deliverapce and repose of your departed soul. My good, worthy, no. ble friend, do, pray, disappear, as ever you would wish your old friend, Anselm, to come to his senses again.
Moliere's Blunderer. 7. Who can behold such beauty and be silent ! 0! I could ta!k to thee forever: Forever fix and gaze on those dear eyes ; For every giance they send darts through my soul – Orphan,
8. II like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian :
But more, for that in low simplicity
tribe If I forgive him. Merchant of Venice.
9. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men,
Thy hated trunk be found in our dominions,
11. Ye amaranths! Ye roses, like the morn!
-Ha ! She sleeps