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Page 469 - Merciful heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Page 469 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. Merciful Heaven ! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt, Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak Than the soft myrtle.
Page 550 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Page 256 - And thick around the woodland hymns arise. Roused by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves His mossy cottage, where with peace he dwells ; And from the crowded fold, in order, drives His flock, to taste the verdure of the morn.
Page 16 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous ; and we fools of nature, So horribly to shake our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say why is this ? wherefore ? what should we do ? Hor.
Page 306 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 387 - When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine are blanch'd with fear.
Page 781 - I had been so fortunate as to have had it in my power to preserve
Page 169 - tis thy cruel will ! I yield, and plunge in guilt again. "There's Mercy in each ray of light that mortal eyes e'er saw; "There's Mercy in each breath of air that mortal lips e'er draw; "There's Mercy both for bird and beast in GOD'S indulgent plan; "There's Mercy...