The Eton miscellany, by Bartholomew Bouverie, 第 1 卷,第 1-10 期

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第64页 - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
第189页 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
第43页 - It may be observed, that in many of his plays the latter part is evidently neglected. When he found himself near the end of his work, and in view of his reward, he shortened the labour to snatch the profit. He therefore remits his efforts where he should most vigorously exert them, and his catastrophe is improbably produced or imperfectly represented...
第146页 - For Witherington needs must I wail As one in doleful dumps ; For when his legs were smitten off, He fought upon his stumps.
第189页 - And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again!
第126页 - t be possible — of blood : Beg Heaven to cleanse the leprosy of lust That rots thy soul ; acknowledge what thou art, A wretch, a worm, a nothing ; weep, sigh, pray Three times a day, and three times every night ; For seven days...
第125页 - No, father; in your eyes I see the change Of pity and compassion; from your age, As from a sacred oracle, distils The life of counsel: tell me, holy man, What cure shall give me ease in these extremes ? Friar.
第188页 - But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me: A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong!
第104页 - Every quarter of the city was illuminated ; the great temple shone with such peculiar splendour, that the Spaniards could plainly see the people in motion, and the priests busy in hastening the preparations for the death of the prisoners.
第157页 - tis but a sound ; a name of air ; A minute's storm ; or not so much : to tumble From bed to bed, be massacred alive By some physicians for a month or two, In hope of freedom from a fever's torments, Might stagger manhood ; here, the pain is past 1 [Half a page omitted.] * [Two lines omitted.] Ere sensibly 'tis felt.

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