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Page 108 - ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown, His arms might do what this has done.
Page 200 - The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that time has made : Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home.
Page 48 - Poetry pleases by exhibiting an idea more grateful to the mind than things themselves afford. This effect proceeds from the display of those parts of nature which attract, and the concealment of those which repel, the imagination ; but religion must be shown as it is; suppression and addition equally corrupt it ; and such as it is, it is known already.
Page 29 - But combinations of wickedness would overwhelm the world by the advantage which licentious principles afford, did not those, who have long practised perfidy, grow faithless to each other.
Page 141 - From hence he does that antique pile behold, Where royal heads receive the sacred gold: It gives them crowns, and does their ashes keep; There made like gods, like mortals there they sleep; Making the circle of their reign complete, Those suns of empire, where they rise, they set.
Page 137 - Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath received our yoke.
Page 36 - There needs no more to be said to extol the excellence and power of his wit and pleasantness of his conversation, than that it was of magnitude enough to cover a world of very great faults, that is, so to cover them that they were not taken notice of to his reproach, viz. a narrowness in his nature to the lowest degree, an abjectness and want of courage to support him in any virtuous undertaking, an insinuation and servile flattery to the height the vainest and most imperious nature could be contented...
Page 211 - The heedless lover does not know Whose eyes they are that wound him so ; But, confounded with thy art, Inquires her name that has his heart.
Page 139 - Beneath a shoal of silver fishes glides, And plays about the gilded barges' sides : The ladies angling in the crystal lake, Feast on the waters with the prey they take : At once victorious with their lines and eyes, They make the fishes and the men their prize.