How great a toil to stem the raging flood, "When beauty stirs the mass of youthful blood, When the swoll'n veins with circling torrents rise, And softer passions speak through wishing eyes ! The voice of reason's drown'd, — in vain it speaks. SPENSER.... Continental Adventures: A Novel - Page 240by Charlotte Anne Eaton - 1826 - 400 pagesFull view - About this book
| Charlotte Anne Eaton - Europe - 1826 - 338 pages
...day, Which now shews all the beauty of the sun, And, by and by, a cloud takes all away ! SHAKSPEABE. How great a toil to stem the raging flood, "When beauty...following is a fragment, was dispatched after him : — LETTER XXXIII. FROM THE HONOURABLE HORACE LINDSAY, TO JOHN HEATHCOTE, ESft. Paris, July 30, 1816.... | |
| Charlotte Anne Eaton - Europe - 1826 - 268 pages
...day, Which now shews all the beauty of the sun, And, by and by, a cloud takes all away ! SHAKSFEARK. How great a toil to stem the raging flood, When beauty...voice of reason's drown'd, — in vain it speaks. SPKNSER. ALTHOUGH the subject of Lindsay's return to VOL. H. 16* Lausanne, had been abundantly discussed... | |
| Valentín Llanos Gutierrez - 1826 - 436 pages
...mass of youthful blood. When the swoln veins with circling torrents rise, And softer passions apeak through wishing eyes! The voice of reason's drown'd: in vain it speaks, When hasty anger dyes the gloomy cheeks ; And vengeful pride hurries the mortal on To deeds unheard.... | |
| Horace Smith - 1827 - 410 pages
...great a toil to stem the raging flood, When beauty stirs the mass of youthful blood ! When the swoln veins with circling torrents rise, And softer passions speak through wishing eyes. The voice of Reason 's drown'd ; in vain it speaks, When hasty anger dyes the gloomy cheeks, And vengeful pride... | |
| Horace Smith - 1827 - 1150 pages
...great a toil to stem the raging flood, When beauty stirs the mass of youthful blood I When the swoln veins with circling torrents rise, And softer passions speak through wishing eyes. The voice of Reason 's drown'd ; in vain it speaks, When hasty anger dyes the gloomy cheeks, And vengeful pride... | |
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