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Letters from an English Traveller: Written Originally in French, Volume 2 Martin Sherlock Visualização integral - 1802 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 134 - Sure all ill stories of thy sex are false. 0 woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ; Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Página 28 - E'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, And trodden weeds fend out a rich perfume. Bear me, fome God, to Baia's gentle feats, Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats; Where weftern gales eternally refide, And all the feafons lavifh all their pride; Blofibms, and fruits, and flowers together rife, And the whole year in gay confufion lies.
Página 28 - Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought '.. On foreign mountains may the fun refine The grape's foft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a diftant foil, And the fat olive fwell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies In ten degrees of more indulgent fkies, Nor at the coarfenefs of our heav'n repine, Tho...
Página 26 - Caesar, whose victorious arms To farthest Asia carry fierce alarms, Avert unwarlike Indians from his Rome, Triumph abroad, secure our peace at home. Hail, sweet Saturnian soil! of fruitful grain Great parent, greater of illustrious men...
Página 24 - New lungs, and cure the sourness of the breath. But neither Median woods (a plenteous land), Fair Ganges, Hermus, rolling golden sand, Nor Bactria, nor the richer Indian fields, Nor all the gummy stores Arabia yields, Nor any foreign earth of greater name, Can with sweet Italy contend in fame.
Página 25 - Or shall I praise thy ports, or mention make Of the vast mound that binds the Lucrine lake? Or the disdainful sea, that, shut from thence, Roars round the structure, and invades the fence, There, where secure the Julian waters glide, Or where Avernus' jaws admit the Tyrrhene tide?
Página 24 - New lungs, and cure the foumefs of the breath. But neither Median woods (a plenteous land), Fair Ganges, Hermus rolling golden fand, Nor Baftria, nor the richer Indian fields, Nor all the gummy ftores Arabia yields ; Nor any foreign earth of greater name, Can with fweet Italy contend in fame. No bulls, whofe noftrils breathe a living flame, Have turn'd our turf, no teeth of ferpents here Were fown, an armed hoft, an iron crop to bear.
Página 24 - But fruitful vines, and the fat olives freight, And harvefts heavy with their fruitful weight, Adorn our fields ; and on the chearful green, The grazing flocks and lowing herds are feen.
Página 116 - Charlotte," cried he, opening a dying eye — he wanted to fpeak ; but his voice broke, and he melted into, tears. His tone had pierced the foul of his miftrefs ; me loft her reafon, and, " No, I will not furvive you,'' cried fhe, quite frantic, and feizing a r fvvord.
Página 25 - Nor nourishes the lion's angry seed; Nor pois'nous aconite is here produc'd, Or grows unknown, or is, when known, refus'd; Nor in so vast a length our serpents glide, Or rais'd on such a spiry volume ride.