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Pàgina 73 - Ring out, ye crystal Spheres! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Pàgina 295 - Nor skilled, nor studious, higher argument Remains, sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing Depressed, and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers who brings it nightly to my ear.
Pàgina 346 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts: A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Pàgina 103 - To sequester out of the world into Atlantic and Utopian polities which never can be drawn into use, will not mend our condition; but to ordain wisely as in this world of evil, in the midst whereof God hath placed us unavoidably.
Pàgina 294 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases.
Pàgina 154 - If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father.
Pàgina 223 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Pàgina 168 - For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age.
Pàgina 306 - ... their ferrets behind them. ' One of their honours this night spoke, and in the name of God asked what it was, and why it disturbed them so? No answer was given to this; but the noise ceased for a while, when the spirit came again, and as they all agreed, brought with it seven devils worse than itself.