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Seite 81 - Who gave the ball or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British Queen, • And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes: At every word a reputation dies.
Seite lvii - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Seite lvii - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer. And without sneering teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Seite 77 - A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs, Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs; Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow, To change a flounce, or add a furbelow.
Seite 85 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair...
Seite 74 - A heavenly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears ; Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling, begins the sacred rites of pride.
Seite 96 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair: The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Seite 43 - Father of the future age. No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes; Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Seite xciv - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Seite 49 - Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again ; Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd : Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.