The Bachelor's Wife: A Selection of Curious and Interesting Extracts, with Cursory ObservationsOliver & Boyd, 1824 - 444ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... thou art Or wert , a young Aurora of the air , The nympholepsy of some fond despair ; Or , it might be , a beauty of the earth , Who found a more than commom votary there Too much adoring ; whatsoe'er thy birth , Thou wert a beautiful ...
... thou art Or wert , a young Aurora of the air , The nympholepsy of some fond despair ; Or , it might be , a beauty of the earth , Who found a more than commom votary there Too much adoring ; whatsoe'er thy birth , Thou wert a beautiful ...
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... Thou royal spirit of Andrugio , where'er thou hoverest , ( Airy intellect ) I heave up tapers to thee ( view thy son ) , On celebration of due obsequies . Once every night I'll dew thy funeral hearse With my religious tears . O blessed ...
... Thou royal spirit of Andrugio , where'er thou hoverest , ( Airy intellect ) I heave up tapers to thee ( view thy son ) , On celebration of due obsequies . Once every night I'll dew thy funeral hearse With my religious tears . O blessed ...
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... thou art too subtle For honest natures to converse withal : Therefore I'll leave thee ; farewell , mart of woe , I fly to clip my love , Antonio . With that her head sunk down upon her breast ; Her cheek changed earth , her senses slept ...
... thou art too subtle For honest natures to converse withal : Therefore I'll leave thee ; farewell , mart of woe , I fly to clip my love , Antonio . With that her head sunk down upon her breast ; Her cheek changed earth , her senses slept ...
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... Thou art in law , in quarrels , and in debt , Which thou would'st quit with count'nance . Borrowing With thee is purchase , and thou seek'st by me , ( In my supportance ) now our old wars cease , To wage worse battles with the arms of ...
... Thou art in law , in quarrels , and in debt , Which thou would'st quit with count'nance . Borrowing With thee is purchase , and thou seek'st by me , ( In my supportance ) now our old wars cease , To wage worse battles with the arms of ...
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... thou throw'st balls of all dissension . Thou art at peace with nothing but with war ; Hast no heart but to hurt , and eat'st thy heart If it but think of doing any good : Thou witchest with thy smiles ; suck'st blood with praises ; Mock ...
... thou throw'st balls of all dissension . Thou art at peace with nothing but with war ; Hast no heart but to hurt , and eat'st thy heart If it but think of doing any good : Thou witchest with thy smiles ; suck'st blood with praises ; Mock ...
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83 ÆäÀÌÁö - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; — VOL.
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
144 ÆäÀÌÁö - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
387 ÆäÀÌÁö - So cruel prison how could betide, alas, As proud Windsor? where I in lust and joy, With a King's son, my childish years did pass, In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy.
391 ÆäÀÌÁö - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked* head. And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
388 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wherewith, alas ! reviveth in my breast The sweet accord, such sleeps as yet delight ; The pleasant dreams, the quiet bed of rest ; The secret thoughts, imparted with such trust ; The wanton talk, the divers change of play ; The friendship sworn, each promise kept so just, Wherewith we past the winter night away.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - A storm of universal fire blasted every field, consumed every house, destroyed every temple. The miserable inhabitants, flying from their flaming villages, in part were slaughtered; others, without regard to sex, to age, to the respect of rank or sacredness of function, fathers torn from children, husbands from wives, enveloped in a whirlwind of cavalry, and amidst the goading spears of drivers, and the trampling of pursuing horses, were swept into captivity in an unknown and hostile land.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - ASK me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
392 ÆäÀÌÁö - ON Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming ! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring Of what thy gentle people did befall ; Yet thou wert once the loveliest land of all That see the Atlantic wave their morn restore. Sweet land ! may I thy lost delights recall, And paint thy Gertrude in her bowers of yore, Whose beauty was the love of Pennsylvania's shore...