Honoria and Mammon. Chabot, admiral of France. The Arcadia. The triumph of peace. A contention for honour and riches. The triumph of beauty. Cupid and death. The contention of Ajax and Ulysses for armour of Achilles. Poems

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Murray, 1833 - 1 páginas
 

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Página 396 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 161 - But not the sun with all her amorous smiles, The dews of morning, or the tears of night, Can root her fibres in the earth again ; Or make her bosom kind, to growth and bearing : But the tree withers...
Página 355 - VICTORIOUS MEN OF EARTH Victorious men of earth, no more Proclaim how wide your empires are; Though you bind in every shore, And your triumphs reach as far As night or day, Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey And mingle with forgotten ashes, when r.
Página 151 - Far short, sir ; with one breath they uncreate : And kings, with only words, more wounds can make Than all their kingdom made in balm can heal. 'Tis dangerous to play too wild a descant On numerous virtue ; though it become princes To assure their adventures made in everything.
Página 91 - You cannot well judge what the main form is ; So men, that view him but in vulgar passes, Casting but lateral, or partial glances At what he is, suppose him weak, unjust, Bloody, and monstrous ; but stand free and fast, And judge him by no more than what you know Ingenuously, and by the right laid line Of truth, he truly will all styles deserve Of wise, just, good : a man, both soul and nerve.
Página 87 - As it was presented by her Majesties Servants, at the private House in Drury Lane.
Página 355 - ... every shore And your triumphs reach as far As night or day, Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey And mingle with forgotten ashes, when Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. Devouring Famine, Plague, and War, Each able to undo mankind, Death's servile emissaries are ; Nor to these alone confined, He hath at will More quaint and subtle ways to kill ; A smile or kiss, as he will use the art, Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.
Página 454 - Those tulips that such wealth display To court my eye, shall lose their name, Though now they listen, as if they Expected I should praise their flame. But I would see myself appear Within the violet's drooping head, On which a melancholy tear The discontented morn hath shed.
Página 282 - The Revels being passed, the scene is changed into a plain champaign country, which terminates with the horizon, and above a darkish sky, with dusky clouds, through which appeared the new moon, but with a faint light by the approach of the morning; from the furthest part of this ground, arose by little and little a great vapour, which being come about...
Página 459 - Now fie on foolish love, it not befits Or man or woman know it. Love was not meant for people in their wits, And they that fondly show it, Betray the straw and feathers in their brain, And shall have Bedlam for their pain : If single love be such a curse, To marry is to make it ten times worse.

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