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Page 286 - Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; No, I'll not weep: — I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep: — O, fool, I shall go mad!
Page 286 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall — I will do such things.
Page 134 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
Page 91 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 116 - ... met, a pistol was put into his hand, which he fired, and was awakened by the report.
Page 286 - But pastures on the pleasures of each place. "And evermore with most variety And change of sweetness (for all change is sweet) He casts his glutton sense to...
Page 130 - SONGS. ADieu, ye jovial youths, who join To plunge old care in floods of wine ; And, as your dazzled eye-balls roll, Difcern him ftruggling in the bowl.
Page 116 - Louisburg, in 1758, who had this peculiarity in so remarkable a degree, that his companions in the transport were in the constant habit of amusing themselves at his expense. They could produce in him any kind of dream, by whispering into his ear, especially if this was done by a friend with whose voice he was familiar.
Page 286 - Of every flowre and herbe there set in order: Now this, now that, he tasteth tenderly, Yet none of them he rudely doth disorder, Ne with his feete their silken leaves deface, But pastures on the pleasures of each place.
Page 124 - ... blue ice of the glaciers, or of the sublimity of Swiss natural scenery, although statesmen and generals, with men of letters in their retinue, continually passed through Helvetia on their road to Gaul. All these travellers think only of complaining of the wretchedness of the roads, and never appear to have paid any attention to the romantic beauty of the scenery through which they passed.