The Works of Thomas Sackville

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Smith, 1859 - 161 pages
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Page 63 - Are they exil'd out of our stony breasts, Never to make return ? is all the world Drowned in blood, and sunk in cruelty ? If not in women mercy may be found, If not (alas) within the mother's breast To...
Page 108 - As on the which full daintily would he fare; His drink, the running stream; his cup, the bare Of his palm closed; his bed, the hard cold ground; To this poor life was Misery ybound.
Page 16 - But now the head to stoop beneath them both, Ne kind, ne reason, ne good order bears. And oft it hath been seen, where nature's course Hath been perverted in disordered wise, When fathers cease to know that they should rule, The children cease to know they should obey; And often over kindly tenderness Is mother of unkindly stubbornness.
Page 66 - Ah, noble prince, how oft have I beheld Thee mounted on thy fierce and trampling steed, Shining in armour bright before the tilt, And with thy mistress...
Page 148 - Cro3sus' pomp, and Irus' poverty." * The following description of Night may likewise challenge a comparison with any thing on the same subject in the language : — , i . " Midnight was come, when every vital thing With sweet, sound sleep their weary limbs did rest ; The beasts were still, the little birds that sing, Now sweetly slept beside their mother's breast, The old and all were shrouded in their nest ; The waters calm, the cruel seas did cease, The woods, the fields, and all things held their...
Page 105 - And first, within the porch and jaws of Hell, Sat deep Remorse of Conscience, all besprent With tears; and to herself oft would she tell Her wretchedness, and cursing never stent To sob and sigh; but ever thus lament, With thoughtful care, as she that, all in vain, Would wear, and waste continually in pain. Her eyes...
Page 65 - A deep-fetch'd sigh he gave, and therewithal Clasping his hands, to heaven he cast his sight; And straight pale death pressing within his face, The flying ghost his mortal corpse forsook.
Page 109 - There heard we him with broken and hollow plaint Rue with himself his end approaching fast, And all for nought his wretched mind torment With sweet remembrance of his pleasures past...
Page 41 - CRUEL fates, O mindful wrath of gods, Whose vengeance, neither Simois' stained streams Flowing with blood of Trojan princes slain, Nor Phrygian fields made rank with corpses dead Of Asian kings and lords, can yet appease ; Ne slaughter of unhappy Priam's race, Nor Ilion's fall, made level with the soil, Can yet suffice : but still continued rage Pursues our lives, and from the farthest seas Doth chase the issues of destroyed Troy.
Page 84 - Or by what other means soe'er it be, Till first by common counsel of you all In parliament, the regal diadem Be set in certain place of governance ; In which your parliament, and in your choice, Prefer the right, my lords, with[out] respect Of strength or friends, or whatsoever cause That may set forward any other's part; For right...

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