Restituta: Or, Titles, Extracts, and Characters of Old Books in English Literature, Reviewed, Τόμος 2T. Bensley, 1815 |
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Σελίδα 116 - When two are stript long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man knows; let it suffice, What we behold is censur'd by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight? He kneel'd; but unto her devoutly pray'd: Chaste Hero to herself thus softly said, " Were I the saint he worships, I would hear him; w And, as she spake those words,...
Σελίδα 121 - Upon a rock, and underneath a hill, Far from the town, (where all is whist and still, Save that the sea, playing on yellow sand, Sends forth a rattling murmur to the land, Whose sound allures the golden Morpheus In silence of the night to visit us,) My turret stands ; and there, God knows, I play With Venus' swans and sparrows all the day.
Σελίδα 116 - It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-ruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect. The reason no man knows; let it suffice, What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Σελίδα 119 - And with intestine broils the world destroy. And quite confound nature's sweet harmony. Well therefore by the gods decreed it is, We human creatures should enjoy that bliss. One is no number; maids are nothing then, Without the sweet society of men. Wilt thou live single still? One shalt thou be.
Σελίδα 111 - And offered as a dower his burning throne, Where she should sit, for men to gaze upon. The outside of her garments were of lawn, The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn ; Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a...
Σελίδα 309 - The goddess Ceremony, with a crown Of all the stars; and Heaven with her descended: Her flaming hair to her bright feet extended, By which hung all the bench of deities; And in a chain, compact of ears and eyes, She led Religion : all her body was Clear and transparent as the purest glass, . For she was all presented to the sense: Devotion, Order, State, and Reverence, Her shadows were; Society, Memory; All which her sight made live, her absence die.
Σελίδα 167 - Even as a bird, which in our hands we wring, Forth plungeth and oft flutters with her wing, She trembling strove. This strife of hers (like that Which made the world) another world begat Of unknown joy. Treason was in her thought, And cunningly to yield herself she sought. Seeming not won, yet won she was at length. In such wars women use but half their strength. Leander now, like Theban Hercules, Entered the orchard of th' Hesperides; Whose fruit none rightly can describe but he That pulls or shakes...
Σελίδα 112 - And oftentimes into her bosom flew, About her naked neck his bare arms threw And laid his childish head upon her breast, And, with still panting rock, there took his rest. So lovely fair was Hero, Venus...
Σελίδα 112 - Which, lightened by her neck, like diamonds shone. She ware no gloves; for neither sun nor wind Would burn or parch her hands, but to her mind, Or warm or cool them, for they took delight To play upon those hands, they were so white.
Σελίδα 117 - To lead thy thoughts as thy fair looks do mine; Then shouldst thou be his prisoner who is thine.