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Page 23 - Teach you an artificial way to grieve, To keep your sorrow waking. Love your lord No worse than I ; but if you love so well, Alas, you may displease him, so did I. This is the last time you shall look on me : Ladies, farewell ; as soon as I am dead, Come all and watch one night about my hearse ; Bring each a mournful story and a tear To offer at it when I go to earth...
Page 7 - Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
Page 16 - Almamon, who gave away four-fifths of the income of a province — a sum of two millions four hundred thousand gold dinars — before he drew his foot from the stirrup. At the nuptials of the same prince, a thousand pearls of the largest size were showered on the head of the bride, and a lottery of lands and houses displayed the capricious bounty of fortune.
Page 17 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Page 61 - Dialogue appeared shortly after in the public prints. Question. Say, what has given to Flood a mortal wound ? Answer. Grattan's obtaining fifty thousand pound. Question. Can Flood forgive an injury so sore? Answer. Yes, if they give him fifty thousand more. MR. SHERIDAN. " In senates, there his talents shone confest ; As wit delighted, passion storm'd the breast. The mind with taste, sense, judgment, feeling, fraught, Seem'd to be blest by more than human thought! Hence, burning words for freedom...
Page 66 - The clearness of the heavens, the serenity of the air, and the soft tranquillity in which Nature reposes, contribute to harmonize the mind, and produce the most calm and delightful sensations. The moon too in these climates displays far greater radiance than in Europe: the smallest print is legible by her light; and in the moon's absence her function is not ill supplied by the brightness of the milky-way.
Page 64 - For he was false, and fraught with ficklenesse, And learned had to love with secret lookes ; And well could daunce, and sing with ruefulnesse ; And fortunes tell, and read in loving bookes, And thousand other waies to bait his fleshly hookes.