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acted admiration affection afterwards appear attended beauty became believe body born brother brought Busy called cause character Charles child Colonel comedy continued court Cromwell daughter dear death desire died Duchess Duke Earl England eyes face fair father fear fortune France gave give grace hand happy hear heart honour hope husband Hutchinson kind King known Lady leave letter lived London look Lord manner marriage married means mind Miss mother nature never night once party passed passion person play possessed present Prince probably Queen reason received remarkable Russell says seems sent sister soon soul speak Stella suffered Swift taken tell things thought told took true wife wish woman write young
第 277 頁 - Strung each his lyre, and tuned it high, That all the people of the sky Might know a poetess was born on earth; And then, if ever, mortal ears Had heard the music of the spheres.
第 128 頁 - Go, boy, and carve this passion on the bark Of yonder tree, which stands the sacred mark Of noble Sidney's birth...
第 276 頁 - Thou tread'st, with seraphims, the vast abyss : Whatever happy region is thy place, Cease thy celestial song a little space ; Thou wilt have time enough for hymns divine, Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
第 279 頁 - Were all observed, as well as heavenly face. With such a peerless majesty she stands, As in that day she took the crown from sacred hands: Before a train of heroines was seen, In beauty foremost, as in rank, the queen.
第 56 頁 - Claypole is (I trust in mercy) exercised with some perplexed thoughts. She sees her own vanity and carnal mind, bewailing it; she seeks after (as I hope also) that which will satisfy. And thus to be a seeker is to be of the best sect next to a finder; and such an one shall every faithful humble seeker be at the end. Happy seeker, happy finder!
第 78 頁 - ... for she was a very faithful mirror, reflecting truly, though but dimly, his own glories upon him, so long as he was present; but she, that was nothing before his inspection gave her a fair figure, when he was removed, was only filled with a dark mist, and never could again take in any delightful object, nor return any shining representation.
第 276 頁 - It did thro' all the mighty poets roll, Who Greek or Latin laurels wore, And was that Sappho last, which once it was before. If so, then cease thy flight, O heav'n-born mind! Thou hast no dross to purge from thy rich ore...
第 278 頁 - Born to the spacious empire of the Nine, One would have thought she should have been content To manage well that mighty government ; But what can young ambitious souls confine ? To the next realm she stretched her sway, For Painture near adjoining lay, A plenteous province and alluring prey.
第 374 頁 - Invoking art to nature's aid; Forsook by her admiring train She spreads her tatter'd nets in vain; Short was her part upon the stage; Went smoothly on for half a page; Her bloom was gone, she wanted art, As the scene chang'd, to change her part: She, whom no lover could resist, Before the second act was hiss'd.