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Página 615 - To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world: or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling: — 'tis too horrible! The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay...
Página 613 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight; Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity...
Página 614 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Whom once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover; thither come, And let my gravestone be your oracle.
Página 614 - In such a night Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew And saw the lion's shadow ere himself And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea banks and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Página 61 - Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet — perhaps may turn his blow ; But of all plagues, good heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh ! save me from the candid friend...
Página 611 - Ah, noble prince, how oft have I beheld Thee mounted on thy fierce and trampling steed, Shining in armour bright before the tilt, And with thy mistress...
Página 61 - Candour, — which spares its foes ; — nor e'er descends With bigot zeal to combat for its friends. Candour, — which loves in see-saw strain to tell Of acting foolishly, but meaning well; Too nice to praise by wholesale, or to blame, Convinced that all men's motives are the same ; — And finds, with keen discriminating sight, Black's not so black; — -nor white so very white.
Página 618 - For in the silent grave no conversation, No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers, No careful father's counsel — nothing's heard, For nothing is, but all oblivion, Dust, and an endless darkness.
Página 622 - O that it were possible we might But hold some two days conference with the dead, From them I should learn somewhat I am sure I never shall know here. I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow. Th...
Página 617 - To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was ; do it by me, Do it again by me the lost Aspatia, And you shall find all true but the wild island. I stand upon the sea beach now, and think Mine arms thus, and mine hair blown with the wind...