Hope's Curious and Comic Missellaneous Works, Started in His Walks ...

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The author, 1780 - 349 pages

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Page 120 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign, Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Page 119 - Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 106 - Not to mention the disagreeable noise that it makes, and the shocking distortion of the face that it occasions. Laughter is easily restrained by a very little reflection, but as it is generally connected with the idea of gaiety, people do not enough attend to its absurdity. I am neither of a melancholy nor a cynical disposition ; and am as willing and as apt to be pleased as anybody ; but I am sure that, since I have had the full use of my reason, nobody has ever heard me laugh.
Page 121 - And more than Echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound. 'Come, sister, come!' (it said, or seem'd to say) 'Thy place is here, sad sister, come away! Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, Love's victim then, tho...
Page 119 - The hoarfe rough verfe fhould like the torrent roar. When Ajax ftrives fome rock's vaft weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move flow ; Not fo, wrr?n fwift Camilla fcours the plain, flies o'er th' unbending corn, and Ikiras along the main.
Page 120 - Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God ! No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole ! Rise Alps between us ! and whole oceans roll ! Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
Page 119 - Tis not enough no harfhnefs gives offence, The found muft feem an echo to the fenfe : Soft is the ftrain when Zephyr gently blows, And the fmooth ftream in...
Page 120 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo fighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away ; And is my Abelard lefs kind than they ? Tears ftill are mine, and thofe I need not fpare...
Page iii - The latent tracts, the giddy heights explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Page 46 - The animal instantly turned his head to look at him ; then rose up, left his prey, and came, wagging his tail, to the side of the cage. The man put his hand upon him, and patted him: telling us, at the same time...

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