Restituta: or, Titles, extracts, and characters of old books in English literature, revived (Google eBook)

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Printed by T. Bensley for Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 - Literary Criticism
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Page 121 - And with intestine broils the world destroy, And quite confound nature's sweet harmony. Well therefore by the gods decreed it is We human creatures should enjoy that bliss. One is no number; maids are nothing then Without the sweet society of men.
Page 123 - Upon a rock, and underneath a hill, Far from the town, (where all is whist and still, Save that the sea, playing on yellow sand, Sends forth a rattling murmur to the land, Whose sound allures the golden Morpheus In silence of the night to visit us,) My turret stands ; and there, God knows, I play With Venus' swans and sparrows all the day.
Page 118 - It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-ruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect. The reason no man knows; let it suffice, What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Page 119 - These lovers parled by the touch of hands : True love is mute, and oft amazed stands. Thus while dumb signs their yielding hearts entangled, The air with sparks of living fire was spangled ; And night...
Page 169 - Even as a bird, which in our hands we wring, Forth plungeth and oft flutters with her wing, She trembling strove. This strife of hers (like that Which made the world) another world begat Of unknown joy. Treason was in her thought, And cunningly to yield herself she sought. Seeming not won, yet won she was at length. In such wars women use but half their strength. Leander now, like Theban Hercules, Entered the orchard of th' Hesperides; Whose fruit none rightly can describe but he That pulls or shakes...
Page 114 - Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove, Where Venus in her naked glory strove To please the careless and disdainful eyes Of proud Adonis, that before her lies ; Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
Page 163 - Much more in subjects having intellect Some hidden influence breeds like effect. Albeit Leander, rude in love and raw, Long dallying with Hero, nothing saw That might delight him more, yet he suspected Some amorous rites or other were neglected.
Page 164 - Then standing at the door, she turn'd about, As loth to see Leander going out. And now the sun, that through th' horizon peeps, As pitying these lovers, downward creeps ; So that in silence of the cloudy night, Though it was morning, did he take his flight. But what the secret trusty night...
Page 313 - Her burning faculties, and with the wings Of thy unsphered flame visit'st the springs Of spirits immortal ! Now (as swift as Time Doth follow Motion) find th' eternal clime Of his free soul, whose living subject stood Up to the chin in the Pierian flood, And drunk to me half this...
Page 165 - O Hero, Hero!" thus he cried full oft; And then he got him to a rock aloft, Where having spied her tower, long star'd he on't, And pray'd the narrow toiling Hellespont To part in twain, that he might come and go; But still the rising billows answer'd, "No." With that, he stripp'd him to the ivory skin, And, crying, "Love, I come...

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