Sir Ralph Esher: Or, Adventures of a Gentleman of the Court of Charles II.

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H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1832 - 356 pagina's
 

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Pagina 49 - His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair! Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round...
Pagina 299 - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Pagina 227 - Collecting anxiously small loads of clay, Less than what building swallows bear away ; Or than those pills which sordid beetles roll, Transfusing into them their dunghill soul.
Pagina 228 - Nature, it seemed, ashamed of her mistake, Would throw their land away at duck and drake : Therefore necessity, that first made kings, Something like government among them brings. For, as with...
Pagina 227 - This indigested vomit of the sea Fell to the Dutch by just propriety. Glad then, as miners who have found the ore, They, with mad labour...
Pagina 58 - One ./Etna shooting flames into the sea : The starry worlds, which shine to us afar, Take ours at this time for a star. With wine all rooms, with wine the conduits, flow ; And we, the priests of a poetic rage, Wonder that in this golden age The rivers too should not do so. There is no Stoick, sure, who would not now Ev'n some excess allow ; And grant that one wild fit of cheerful folly Should end our twenty years of dismal melancholy.
Pagina 52 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more. If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on 't is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had made no stays.
Pagina 129 - THE lark, that shuns on lofty boughs to build Her humble nest, lies silent in the field; But if (the promise of a cloudless day) Aurora smiling bids her rise and play, Then straight she...
Pagina 227 - Holland, that scarce deserves the name of land, As but the off-scouring of the British sand ; And so much earth as was contributed By English pilots when they heav'd the lead ; Or what by th...

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