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Strona 88 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Strona 190 - Soon as she spreads her hand, th' aerial guard Descend, and sit on each important card : First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore, Then each according to the rank they bore ; For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race, 35 Are, as when women, wond'rous fond of place.
Strona 90 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Strona 208 - Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere, Since all things lost on earth are treasur'd there. There heroes' wits are kept in pond'rous vases, And beaux in snuff-boxes and tweezer-cases. There broken vows and death-bed alms are found, And lovers...
Strona 207 - Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die. But this bold lord with manly strength...
Strona 182 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves ; And all the trophies of his former loves ; 40 With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Strona 136 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow: Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found.
Strona 213 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Strona 58 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day ! No more the rising Sun shall gild the morn, Nor...
Strona 126 - The manners, passions, unities ; what not ? All which, exact to rule, were brought about, Were but a Combat in the lists left out. "What!" leave the Combat out?" exclaims the Knight; Yes, or we must renounce the Stagirite. 280 "Not so by Heav'n" (he answers in a rage), "Knights, squires, and steeds, must enter on the stage." So vast a throng the stage can ne'er contain. "Then build a new, or act it in a plain.