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Page 521 - HE that loves a rosy Cheek, Or a coral Lip admires ; Or from star-like Eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away ! But a smooth and steadfast Mind, Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires ! Where these are not ; I despise Lovely Cheeks ! or Lips ! or Eyes...
Page 524 - Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. 1 Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. ' Ask me no more if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.
Page 524 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair.
Page 521 - Fuel to maintain his fires : As old time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires; Hearts with equal love combined ; Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes ! No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolved heart to return ; I have searched thy soul within, And find nought but pride and scorn ; I have learned thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou.
Page 281 - Europe, and in peaceful possession of all the estates and dominions belonging to it: unless, by divine providence, what is got over the devil's back, is spent under his belly; or the goods which they unjustly get, perish with their prodigal heirs.
Page 327 - A man (a Chinese scholar) some time ago wrote to me saying that in an unknown, untranslated Chinese poem there were two whole lines of mine, almost word for word. Why not ? are not human eyes all over the world looking at the same objects, and must there not consequently be coincidences of thought and impressions and expressions...
Page 525 - My flesh alone, that hath empaled my mind; Time may wear out these soft weak bands, but those Strong chains of brass, fate shall not discompose. This holy relic may preserve my wrist, But my whole frame doth by that power subsist: 10 To that my prayers and sacrifice, to this I only pay a superstitious kiss; This but the idol, that's the deity; Religion there is due, here ceremony.
Page 325 - He was stopped in the porch by the archbishop ; who, in the tone and language of an ambassador of Heaven, declared to his sovereign, that private contrition was not sufficient to atone for a public fault, or to appease the justice of the offended Deity. Theodosius humbly represented, that if he had contracted the guilt of homicide, David, the man after God's own heart, had been guilty, not only of murder, but of adultery. " You have imitated David in his " crime, imitate then his repentance," was...
Page 527 - A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE. I was foretold your rebel sex Nor love, nor pity knew, And with what scorn you use to vex Poor hearts that humbly sue ; Yet I believed, to crown our pain, Could we the fortress win, The happy lover sure should gain A paradise within. I thought Love's plagues, like dragons, sate, Only to fright us at the gate.
Page 520 - The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me, Then curse thine own Inconstancy. A fairer hand than thine shall cure That heart which thy false oaths did wound; And to my soul a soul more pure Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound, And both with equal glory crowned.