Memoirs of the Political and Literary Life of Robert Plumer Ward, Esq: Author of "The Law of Nations", "Tremaine", "De Vere", Etc., Etc. : with Selections from His Correspondence, Diaries, and Unpublished Literary Remains, Том 2

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Сторінка 451 - With .skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Сторінка 419 - Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost...
Сторінка 337 - My choicest hours of life are lost; Yet always wishing to retreat, Oh, could I see my country seat ! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town.
Сторінка 426 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Сторінка 354 - Lady Suffolk, in the spleen, Runs laughing up to tell the queen: The queen so gracious, mild, and good, Cries, ' Is he gone? 'tis time he should.
Сторінка 439 - Then welcome business, welcome strife Welcome the cares, the thorns of life. The visage wan, the purblind sight, The toil by day, the lamp at night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling Hall, — • For thee, fair Justice, welcome all...
Сторінка 346 - I design to pass the greatest part of the time I stay in Ireland here in the cabin where I am now writing, neither will I leave the Kingdom till I am sent for ; and if they have no further service for me I will never see England again. At my first coming I thought I should have died with discontent, and was horribly melancholy while they were installing me ; but it begins to wear off, and change to dulness.
Сторінка 323 - Love thyself last. Cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Сторінка 401 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Сторінка 410 - The measure of choosing well is whether a man likes what he has chosen, which I thank God has befallen me ; and though among the follies of my life, building and planting have not been the least, and have cost me more than I have the confidence to own ; yet they have been fully recompensed by the sweetness and satisfaction of this retreat, where, since my resolution taken of never entering again into...

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