Newton Forster; Or, The Merchant Service

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R. Bentley, 1838 - 383 páginas

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Página 133 - Merciful heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Splitt'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Dress'd in a little brief authority, — Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, — like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Página 283 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright Honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned Honour by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities.
Página 261 - Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Página 197 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Página 97 - em, bought and sold Many a wretch, and never thought it wrong. They paid our price for us, and we are now Their property, a part of their estate, To manage as they please.
Página 329 - Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.
Página 1 - Grant me patience, just Heaven! Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world — though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst — the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!
Página 359 - Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here ; Passions of prouder name befriend us less. Joy has her tears ; and transport has her death ; Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong, Man's heart, at once, inspirits, and serenes ; Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys...
Página 318 - Their only labour was to kill the time ; And labour dire it is, and weary woe. They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme •; Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow : This soon too rude an exercise they find...
Página 279 - Rich in the gems of India's gaudy zone, And plunder piled from kingdoms not their own, Degenerate trade ! thy minions could despise The heart-born anguish of a thousand cries ; Could lock, with impious hands, their teeming store, While famish'd nations died along the shore...

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