Tales and Novels, Bände 15-16

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Harper & brothers, 1836
 

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Seite 18 - Lurk'd in her hand, and mourn'd his captive Queen: He springs to Vengeance with an eager pace, And falls like thunder on the prostrate Ace. The nymph exulting fills with shouts the sky; The walls, the woods, and long canals reply. 100 Oh thoughtless mortals! ever blind to fate, Too soon dejected, and too soon elate.
Seite 132 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Seite 25 - THOUGH some make slight of libels, yet you may see by them how the wind sits : as take a straw and throw it up into the air, you shall see by that which way the wind is, which you shall not do by casting up a stone. More solid things do not show the complexion of the times so well as ballads and libels.
Seite 132 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Seite 132 - Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there be, go, mark him well ; For him no Minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite...
Seite 189 - Sing, sing, in praise of men of Kent, So loyal, brave, and free: 'Mongst Britain's race if one surpass, A man of Kent is he. The hardy stout freeholders, That knew the tyrant near, In girdles and on shoulders A grove of oaks did bear: Whom when he saw in battle draw, And thought how he might need 'em, He turn'd his arms, allow'd their terms Replete with noble freedom.
Seite 57 - Venus herself unless she had ^£100,000 in each pocket, and now, that no mortal Venus wears pockets, he thanks Heaven he is safe.— Buckhurst, I remember, assured me, that beneath this crust of pride there is some good nature. Deep hid under a large mass of selfishness, there may be some glimmerings of affection. He shows symptoms of feeling for his horses, and his mother, and his coachman, and his country.

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