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Seite 172 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Seite 129 - Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt.
Seite 108 - Jack! when delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension!
Seite 212 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Seite 201 - The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar; Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise ; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Seite 1 - God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Seite 177 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed ; The next in majesty ; in both the last. The force of nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Seite 28 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home!
Seite 215 - And where's my son Fred?" asked His Lordship. "I am not your son's keeper, my Lord," said I. "No! By the bye," inquired His Lordship, "how is this? I wanted to call upon you about it. I never heard of such a thing, in the whole course of my life! What the Devil can you possibly have to say against my son Fred?" "Good heavens! my Lord, you frighten me! I never recollect to have said a single word against your son, as long as I have live'd. Why should I?