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Page 23 - Spring To weeping Fancy pines ; and yon bright arch, Contracted, bends into a dusky vault. All nature fades extinct ; and she alone Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every thought, Fills every sense, and pants in every vein. Books are but formal dulness, tedious friends ; And sad amid the social band he sits, Lonely and unattentive. From his tongue The...
Page 55 - O primavera, gioventù de l'anno, bella madre di fiori, d'erbe novelle e di novelli amori, tu torni ben, ma teco non tornano i sereni e fortunati di de le mie gioie; tu torni ben, tu torni, ma teco altro non torna che del perduto mio caro tesoro la rimembranza misera e dolente. Tu quella se...
Page 129 - It is to hope, tho' hope were loft ; Tho' heaven and earth thy paffion croft ; Tho' flie were bright as fainted queens above, And thou the leaft and meaneft fwain That folds his flock upon the plain, Yet if thou dar'ft not hope, thou dod not love.
Page 12 - Quiet though fad, the refpit of that day That muft be mortal to us both. O flowers, That never will in other climate grow...
Page 128 - I'll teach thee, What it is to love ? And by what marks, true Passion may be found ? It is to be all bathed in tears, To live upon a smile for years, To lie whole Ages at a Beauty's feet, To kneel, to languish and implore, And still, though she disdain, adore ! It is to do all this ; and think thy sufferings sweet!
Page 209 - ... vivid green, contrafted by the darker fhade of fir and cyprefs mingled among them. One of the trees of this clump was marked by Willoughby with her name, his own, and his filler's, and the date. It was five years fince; and the bark had grown rough and knotted round the fears, but the letters ftill remained.
Page 210 - Cathcart waited for her ; till a herd of deer ran bounding by her, and looking tip, fhe faw following them in mimic race, feveral horfes which grazed in the park. There was among them a favourite little mare, which Willoughby had been fond of from a boy : it had always carried him to Eton, and been the companion of all his boyifh fports ; and when it became old* had been turned into the park in fummer, and carefully fheltered in winter.
Page 211 - Celeftina's; and fi nee her death the old fervants in the houfe, with whom it was a fort of cotemporary, had accuftomed it to the fame indulgence ; to which it had become fo habituated, that on fight of any of the family it went towards them to be fed. This creature therefore no fooner faw Celeftina's clothes fluttering among the trees, than it left it's companions, and came neighing towards her.
Page 209 - I fhall ever behold this dear place." She then went into the park over the ftepping ftile, and walking about half a quarter of a mile, reached the group of beech trees which fhaded a high knoll in the park ; from whence the houfe, half concealed by intervening wood, appeared to great advantage. It was now the beginning of May, and the trees under which...
Page 214 - ... fhe had formed for the lamented friend and lover to whom it belonged, arranged themfelves into verfe, and produced the following SONNET. Farewel ye lawns ! by fond remembrance bleft, As witriefies of gay unclouded hours, Where, to maternal friendihip's bofom preft, My happy childhood paft amid your bowers.