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act iii ADDISON Addresses Alexander Alexander's Feast angels Arbuthnot book ii BYRON called CAMPBELL canto Cato Closed comes Corsair CowPER dead death deep divine doth Dream DRYDEN Elegy England epistle Epistle to Dr Essay on Criticism eyes faith fall Fame fight fools Friends give gods gold GOLDSMITH GRAY Hamlet head heart heaven hell Hope human ignorance Iliad Julius Cæsar KESPEARE King Henry L'Allegro Lady light Lives load Lock looks LORD Macbeth Mariners Marmion melting Milton Moral Essay natural never Night Thoughts nought Odyssey Othello Paradise Lost Pleasures Poems Poet Poetry POPE POPE's translation preach PRIOR Rape Romeo and Juliet RUPERT STREET scene Scott Seasons shadow SHAKESPEARE sleep soul SPENSER strong sweet tale tear thing THOMPSON thousand True verse waste what's WORDSWORTH Young
Seite 26 - That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Seite 33 - How fading are the joys we dote upon — Like apparitions seen and gone ! But those which soonest take their flight, Are the most exquisite and strong — Like angel's visits short, and bright — Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
Seite 31 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Seite 26 - Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest; The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Seite 21 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Seite 59 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 23 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right...
Seite 20 - Which lines allude to the impertinence of a French poet, called Du Perrier ; who, finding Boileau one day at church, insisted upon repeating to him an ode during the elevation of the host ; and desired his opinion, whether or no it was * Ver.