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Page 57 - Love Can fortune's strong impediments remove ; Nor is it strange that worth should wed to worth. The pride of genius with the pride of birth.
Page 138 - What a landscape lies below ! No clouds, no vapours intervene; But the gay, the open scene, Does the face of nature show, In all the hues of heaven's bow ; And, swelling to embrace the light, Spreads around beneath the sight.
Page 243 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Page 193 - Tis good to be merry and wise, 'Tis good to be honest and true, 'Tis good to be off with the old love Before you be on with the new.
Page 103 - And I another, So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance To mend it or be rid on't.
Page 103 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me.
Page 197 - What it is to admire and to love, And to leave her we love and admire. Ah, lead forth my flock in the morn, And the damps of each evening repel ; Alas ! I am faint and forlorn ; I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell.
Page 156 - Would throw in shades her yet unrivall'd name, And dim the lustre of her fairest page! And glows the flame of Liberty so strong In this lone speck of earth ! this spot obscure, Shaggy with woods, and crusted o'er with rock, By slaves surrounded, and by slaves oppress'd!