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Page 68
... 'd around Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound , ( So should desert in arms be crown'd , > The lovely Thaïs by his side Sate like a blooming eastern bride DRYDEN . ODE POUR LE JOUR DE Ste . CÉCILE 68 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
... 'd around Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound , ( So should desert in arms be crown'd , > The lovely Thaïs by his side Sate like a blooming eastern bride DRYDEN . ODE POUR LE JOUR DE Ste . CÉCILE 68 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
Page 76
... Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee . Take the good the Gods provide thee . The many rend the skies with loud applause . So love was crown'd , but music won the cause . The Prince , unable to conceal his pain Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his ...
... Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee . Take the good the Gods provide thee . The many rend the skies with loud applause . So love was crown'd , but music won the cause . The Prince , unable to conceal his pain Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his ...
Page 90
... lovely hue ; The wasp insidious , and the buzzing drone , And butterfly , proud of expanded wings Distinct with gold , entangled in her snares , Useless resistance make : with eager strides , She tow'ring flies to her expected spoils ...
... lovely hue ; The wasp insidious , and the buzzing drone , And butterfly , proud of expanded wings Distinct with gold , entangled in her snares , Useless resistance make : with eager strides , She tow'ring flies to her expected spoils ...
Page 160
... Lovely nymph pronounce my doom ! There A safe way to use perfume . Here a page fill'd with billets - doux : On t'other side : Laid out for shoes . Madam I die without your grace . Item : For half a yard of lace . SWIFT . SUR LES ...
... Lovely nymph pronounce my doom ! There A safe way to use perfume . Here a page fill'd with billets - doux : On t'other side : Laid out for shoes . Madam I die without your grace . Item : For half a yard of lace . SWIFT . SUR LES ...
Page 236
... lovely nymph , and tremble not to read , I have no more to wish , nor you to dread : I ask not life , for life to me were vain And death a refuge from severer pain . My only hope in these last lines I try ; I would be pitied , and I ...
... lovely nymph , and tremble not to read , I have no more to wish , nor you to dread : I ask not life , for life to me were vain And death a refuge from severer pain . My only hope in these last lines I try ; I would be pitied , and I ...
Common terms and phrases
amant Amid amour arms attraits bear beauté BÉLINDE beneath breast breath brillant but the brave call CARDELIA chants charms Chloe ciel cieux cœur CUDDY dear death desire Dieu douce doux e'er earth envy Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fate fear femme find first friend gave give glow goddess good grace great half hand happy head hear heart heav'n hélas high hope kind know l'amour LADY last life light look lost love lovely madame made make mind Mondor music Musidore my breast my fancy nature's never night nymph o'er once plaisirs pleasure pleurs pow'r pride reason right round Roxane ruby lips scorn shade sigh SMILINDA soft soon soul sound strange Sullen swain sweet take tears tendre their think thou thought thrice thro tremble vanity virtue wish world wretch youth
Popular passages
Page 188 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay: If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 78 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Page 332 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Page 80 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 354 - An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm ! a god ! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
Page 374 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 333 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Page 34 - Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
Page 208 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show...
Page 368 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...