Jack Hornet; or, The march of intellect, by the author of 'The adventures of an Irish gentleman'. 3 vols. [in 1].


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第 198 頁 - Ha, you gods ! why this / what this, you gods / Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions ; bless the accurs'd ; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation With senators on the bench...
第 7 頁 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; •• Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear?
第 131 頁 - That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster...
第 217 頁 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
第 92 頁 - And from Shakespeare she gained a great store of information amongst the rest, that -'Trifles light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong, As proofs of Holy Writ.
第 46 頁 - Castalio, you must go along with me. And see Monimia. Cast. Sure, my lord but mocks me : Go see Monimia ! Pray, my lord, excuse me ; And...
第 250 頁 - tis a busy, talking world, That with licentious breath blows like the wind, As freely on the palace as the cottage.
第 115 頁 - Tis plain enough he was no such; We grant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it; As being loth to wear it out. And therefore bore it not about, Unless on holy-days, or so, As men their best apparel do.
第 133 頁 - Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, My simple, graceful Nora Creina, Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora Creina.
第 286 頁 - I'm ne'er so blest as when I hear thy vows, And listen to the language of thy heart.