The Works of John Sheffield: Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham ...J.B. [i.e. John Barber] and sold, 1729 - 400 من الصفحات |
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... thofe cold Climates , where the Sun appears Unwillingly , and hides his Face in Tears ; A difmal Vale lies in a de- fart Ifle , On which indulgent Heav'n did never fmile . B 2 There There a thick Grove of aged Cypress Trees , Which THE ...
... thofe cold Climates , where the Sun appears Unwillingly , and hides his Face in Tears ; A difmal Vale lies in a de- fart Ifle , On which indulgent Heav'n did never fmile . B 2 There There a thick Grove of aged Cypress Trees , Which THE ...
الصفحة 7
... my Mind no Fear , Plaints in my Mouth , nor in my Eyes a Tear . Think not that Time , our wonted fure Relief , That universal Cure for ev'ry Grief , B 4 Whose Whofe Aid so many Lovers oft have found , With THE TEMPLE OF DEATH . 7.
... my Mind no Fear , Plaints in my Mouth , nor in my Eyes a Tear . Think not that Time , our wonted fure Relief , That universal Cure for ev'ry Grief , B 4 Whose Whofe Aid so many Lovers oft have found , With THE TEMPLE OF DEATH . 7.
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... unpractis'd Look , Their firft Affurance from my Conqucft took ; By wounding me fhe learn'd the fatal Art , And the first Sigh fhe had was from my Heart : My My Eyes with Tears moift'ning her snowy Arms , Render'd 8 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH .
... unpractis'd Look , Their firft Affurance from my Conqucft took ; By wounding me fhe learn'd the fatal Art , And the first Sigh fhe had was from my Heart : My My Eyes with Tears moift'ning her snowy Arms , Render'd 8 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH .
الصفحة 9
... Tears moift'ning her snowy Arms , Render'd the Tribute owing to her Charms . But , as I fooneft of all mortals paid My Vows , and to her Beauty Altars made ; So , among all thofe Slaves that figh'd in vain , She thought me only worthy ...
... Tears moift'ning her snowy Arms , Render'd the Tribute owing to her Charms . But , as I fooneft of all mortals paid My Vows , and to her Beauty Altars made ; So , among all thofe Slaves that figh'd in vain , She thought me only worthy ...
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... Tears . My Eyes and Tongue put on diffembling Forms , Ifhew a Calmness in the midst of Storms ; I feem to hope when all my Hopes are gone , And almoft dead with Grief , difcover none . But who can long deceive a loving Eyc , Or with dry ...
... Tears . My Eyes and Tongue put on diffembling Forms , Ifhew a Calmness in the midst of Storms ; I feem to hope when all my Hopes are gone , And almoft dead with Grief , difcover none . But who can long deceive a loving Eyc , Or with dry ...
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الصفحة 295 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
الصفحة 295 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
الصفحة 231 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
الصفحة 231 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
الصفحة 229 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
الصفحة 297 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
الصفحة 91 - Rude force might fome unwilling kifles gain ; But that was all he ever could obtain. You on fuch terms would ne'er have let me go ; Were he like you, we had not parted fo.
الصفحة 229 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
الصفحة 97 - Love secretly: the absence of my lord More freedom gives, but does not all afford: Long is his journey, long will be his stay; Call'd by affairs of consequence away.
الصفحة 297 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.