Moral and political dialogues: being the substance of several conversations between divers eminent persons, with critical and explanatory notes by the editor [R. Hurd]. With letters on chivalry and romance by mr. Hurd

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第 119 頁 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed today, to be put back tomorrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
第 130 頁 - s closed sight, (The Muses oft in lands of vision play) Body'd, array'd, and seen, by an internal light. A golden harp with silver strings she bore; A wondrous hieroglyphic robe she wore, In which all colours and all figures were, That nature or that fancy can create, That art can...
第 192 頁 - I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
第 94 頁 - Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : And this our life, exempt from publick haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing.
第 135 頁 - Ah ! wanton foe, dost thou upbraid The ills which thou thyself hast made ? When in the cradle innocent I lay, Thou, wicked spirit, stolest me away, And my abused soul didst bear Into thy new-found worlds, I know not where...
第 98 頁 - Of" heav'nly reft this carneft to me lend, Let my life fleep, and learn to love her end. AND what if they, who have not the means of enjoying this...
第 136 頁 - To wash away the inherent dye : Long work perhaps may spoil thy colours quite; But never will reduce the native white. To all the ports of honour and of gain I often steer my course in vain : Thy gale comes cross, and drives me back again.
第 94 頁 - Where do we finer strokes and colours see Of the Creator's real poetry, Than when we with attention look Upon the third day's volume of the book...
第 134 頁 - Leah left, thy recompence to be ! Go on: twice seven years more thy fortune try; Twice seven years more God in his bounty may Give thee, to fling away Into the court's deceitful lottery: But think how likely 'tis that thou, With the dull work of thy unwieldy plough...
第 130 頁 - A wondrous hieroglyphick robe she wore, In which all colours and all figures were, That nature or that fancy can create, That art can never imitate; And with loose pride it wanton'd in the air. In such a dress, in such a well-cloth'd dream, She us'd, of old, near fair Ismenus' stream, Pindar, her Theban favourite, to meet ; A crown was on her head, and wings were on her feet.

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