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... Lady Ode on the Past , by P. L. Courtier To Rhodoclæa , from the Greek Pleasure and Desire , by M. G. Lewis , Esq . 236 237 241 242 243 244 245 246 248 251 252 253 254 255 257 ... 258 Page Epigram , from the French The Last Adieu , viii.
... Lady Ode on the Past , by P. L. Courtier To Rhodoclæa , from the Greek Pleasure and Desire , by M. G. Lewis , Esq . 236 237 241 242 243 244 245 246 248 251 252 253 254 255 257 ... 258 Page Epigram , from the French The Last Adieu , viii.
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... pleasures all around may teem , And wrap thy senses in a fatal dream ; 90 100 Ev'n thou , perhaps , thus heav'nly fair ... pleasure , or the thirst of gain , Whose deadly force perverts the female train.- 110 And , haply , yet a more ...
... pleasures all around may teem , And wrap thy senses in a fatal dream ; 90 100 Ev'n thou , perhaps , thus heav'nly fair ... pleasure , or the thirst of gain , Whose deadly force perverts the female train.- 110 And , haply , yet a more ...
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... The modes of speech , for vulgar mortals made , Exalted sentiments , like hers , degrade.— No common feelings in her bosom reign , Eternal trance of pleasure , or of pain : 140 ་ Alike th ' infernal and seraphic dreams . Delight B 4 7.
... The modes of speech , for vulgar mortals made , Exalted sentiments , like hers , degrade.— No common feelings in her bosom reign , Eternal trance of pleasure , or of pain : 140 ་ Alike th ' infernal and seraphic dreams . Delight B 4 7.
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... pleasure of the reas'ning mind . " I know , Miranda , that with pious awe Thy youth was nurtur'd in thy Maker's Law ; Parental care , from day to day , imprest The Gospel Precepts on thy tender breast . Thro ' all exertions that thy ...
... pleasure of the reas'ning mind . " I know , Miranda , that with pious awe Thy youth was nurtur'd in thy Maker's Law ; Parental care , from day to day , imprest The Gospel Precepts on thy tender breast . Thro ' all exertions that thy ...
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... pleasure thou hast gain'd , And very soon will it be o'er ; That bosom , where thou long hast reign'd , Shall fondly throb for thee no more . Nor vainly think my tears , my sighs , LOVE's still - unvanquish'd power proclaim : Each drop ...
... pleasure thou hast gain'd , And very soon will it be o'er ; That bosom , where thou long hast reign'd , Shall fondly throb for thee no more . Nor vainly think my tears , my sighs , LOVE's still - unvanquish'd power proclaim : Each drop ...
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第215页 - Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring, It made him whistle, it made him sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he, ' My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the priest of Aberbrothok.
第215页 - Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away, He scoured the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plundered store, He steers his course for Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky They cannot see the sun on high ; The wind hath blown a gale all day, At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
第216页 - Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell. " They hear no sound ; the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock: " O Christ! it is the Inchcape Rock!
第344页 - twas she, the maiden all forlorn. What though she milk no cow with crumpled horn, Yet aye she haunts the dale where erst she stray'd; And aye beside her stalks her amorous knight! Still on his thighs their wonted brogues are worn, And thro...
第214页 - No STIR in the air, no stir in the sea: The ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
第343页 - I do love thee, meek Simplicity! For of thy lays the lulling simpleness Goes to my heart and soothes each small distress, Distress though small, yet haply great to me! 'Tis true on Lady Fortune's gentlest pad I amble on; yet, though I know not why, So sad I am!
第215页 - Down sunk the Bell with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around: Quoth Sir Ralph, 'The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
第216页 - Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, He curst himself in his despair: The waves rush in on every side; The ship is sinking beneath the tide. But even in his dying fear. One dreadful sound could the Rover hear, — A sound as if, with the Inchcape Bell, The Devil below was ringing his knell.
第350页 - I'll give the child his guinea ! But, who'd have thought to see a thief, In this same country ninny !" Humphrey, astonish'd, thus begins — " Good Measters ! hear me, pray !" But — " Duck him, duck him !" is the cry; At length, he sneaks away. "Ah! now...
第272页 - Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece. "Ah!" replied my gentle fair, "Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only — only call me thine.