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Página 211 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página 40 - Around the fav'rites of the sky. Thy gentle flows of guiltless joys On fools and villains ne'er descend ; In vain for thee the tyrant sighs, And hugs a flatterer for a friend. Directress of the brave and just, O guide us through life's darksome way ! And let the tortures of mistrust On selfish bosoms only prey. Nor shall thine ardours cease to glow, When souls to blissful climes remove : What rais'd our virtue here below, Shall aid our happiness above.
Página 236 - Freeman, one of the masters of requests, who had married a lady that was nearly allied to the duke, and was himself well received by him. To him this man went, and, though he did not acquaint him with all...
Página 211 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Página 217 - Sir, I have been waiting upon you for some time . according to my notes you were to arrive at this hour ; and your person, your carriage, and your portmanteau, exactly answering the description I hold in my hand, you will permit me to have the honour of conducting you to Monsieur De Sartine...
Página 266 - Anything that it is worth while to do, it is worth while to do with the whole head and heart.
Página 40 - Plodding alone through sleet and drifting snows. They should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth, Old Winter ! seated in thy great arm'd chair, Watching the children at their Christmas mirth ; Or circled by them as thy lips declare Some merry jest or tale of murder dire, Or troubled...
Página 218 - They rifled his portmanteau undisturbed, and settled the plan of putting him to death. — The gentleman hearing all this, and not knowing by what means he was to be rescued, it may naturally be supposed, was under great perturbation of mind during such an awful interval of suspense; -when, at the moment the villains...
Página 175 - Grave, and Juliet's Bier ! You to their Worth must Testimony give; 'Tis in your Hearts alone their Fame can live. Still as the Scenes of Life will shift away, The strong Impressions of their Art decay. Your Children cannot feel what you have known; They'll boast of Quins and Gibbers of their own: The greatest Glory of our happy few, Is to be felt, and be approv'd by you.