Tremaine: Or, The Man of Refinement, Τόμος 2

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H. Colburn, 1825 - 380 σελίδες
 

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Σελίδα 74 - She fables not : I feel that I do fear • Her words set off by some superior power...
Σελίδα 107 - Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures ; And of so easy and so plain a stop, That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.
Σελίδα 163 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.
Σελίδα 182 - The observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh...
Σελίδα 5 - Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well ; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
Σελίδα 55 - She, while her lover pants upon her breast, Can mark the figures on an Indian chest ; And when she sees her friend in deep despair, Observes how much a chintz exceeds mohair.
Σελίδα 68 - And worthy seem'd ; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure (Severe, but in true filial freedom placed), Whence true authority in men ; though both Not equal, as their sex not equal seem'd; For contemplation he, and valour, form'd; For softness she, and sweet attractive grace ; He for God only, she for God in him...
Σελίδα 103 - I thought that all things had been savage here ; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church.
Σελίδα 55 - Thought. Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in Decencies for ever. So very reasonable, so...
Σελίδα 54 - Nature in her then err'd not, but forgot. " With every pleasing, every prudent part, " Say, what can Chloe want ?—She wants a heart. " She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought, " But never, never reach'd one generous thought. " Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, " Content to dwell in decencies for ever.

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