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Сторінка 119 - Adam, well may we labour still to dress This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower, Our pleasant task enjoin'd ; but, till more hands Aid us, the work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint ; what we by day Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, One night or two with wanton growth derides, Tending to wild.
Сторінка 118 - Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had cars To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the muse defend Her son. So fail not thou, who thee implores ; For thou art heavenly, she an empty dream.
Сторінка 443 - Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life. And almost life itself, if it be true That. light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th...
Сторінка 439 - And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave; Buried, yet not exempt, By privilege of death and burial, From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs ; But made hereby obnoxious more To all the miseries of life, Life in captivity Among inhuman foes.
Сторінка 276 - He who knows not how often rigorous laws produce total impunity, and how many crimes are concealed and forgotten for fear of hurrying the offender to that state in which there is no repentance, has conversed very little with mankind.
Сторінка 198 - ... for that help which could not now be given him ; and many spent their last moments in cautioning others against the folly by which they were intercepted in the midst of their course.
Сторінка 86 - ... make the association pleasing, and give probable hopes that they shall be disjoined by an easy separation. It was a principle among the ancients, that acute diseases are from heaven, and chronical from ourselves: the dart of death indeed falls from heaven, but we poison it by our own misconduct : to die is the fate of man, but to die with lingering anguish is generally his folly.
Сторінка 233 - ... that its greater part is covered by the uninhabitable ocean ; that of the rest some is encumbered with naked mountains and some lost under barren sands ; some scorched with unintermitted heat, and some petrified with perpetual frost ; so that only a few regions remain for the production of fruits, the pasture of cattle, and the accommodation of man.
Сторінка 238 - An Italian philosopher expressed in his motto, that time was his estate ; an estate, indeed, which will produce nothing without cultivation, but will always abundantly repay the labours of industry, and satisfy the most extensive desires, if no part of it be suffered to lie waste by negligence, to be overrun with noxious plants, or laid out for show rather than for use.