Hero and Leander: A Poem

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From the Press of C. Whittingham, 1821 - 124 pages
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Page xxxiv - Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place ; for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be...
Page 105 - Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords- are, The field his arms.
Page xxxv - The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd. O I'll leap up to my God: who pulls me down?
Page 10 - When two are stript long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man knows; let it suffice, What we behold is censur'd by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight? He kneel'd; but unto her devoutly pray'd: Chaste Hero to herself thus softly said, " Were I the saint he worships, I would hear him; w And, as she spake those words,...
Page xxxvi - It strikes, it strikes ; now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to Hell. [Thunder and lightning. O soul, be changed into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean : ne'er be found.
Page 6 - The white of Pelops' shoulder. I could tell ye How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly, And whose immortal fingers did imprint That heavenly path, with many a curious dint, That runs along his back; but my rude pen Can hardly blazon forth...
Page 33 - And love that is concealed betrays poor lovers, His secret flame apparently was seen. Leander's father knew where he had been And for the same mildly rebuked his son, Thinking to quench the sparkles new begun.
Page 18 - Upon a rock, and underneath a hill, Far from the town, where all is whist and still Save that the sea playing on yellow sand Sends forth a rattling murmur to the land, Whose sound allures the golden Morpheus In silence of the night to visit us, 350 My turret stands; and there, God knows, I play With Venus' swans and sparrows all the day.
Page 52 - Not being with civil forms confirm'd and bounded, For human dignities and comforts founded ; But loose and secret all their glories hide ; Fear fills the chamber, Darkness decks the bride. She...
Page 8 - She proudly sits) more over-rules the flood Than she the hearts of those that near her stood Even as when gaudy nymphs pursue the chase, Wretched Ixion's shaggy-footed race...

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