Cecil, a Peer: A Sequel to Cecil, Or The Adventures of a Coxcomb, Volum 1

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Lea & Blanchard, 1842 - 204 sider
 

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Side 154 - Such an improvement of the doctrine of the enmity between the seed of the woman and the seed of the serpent...
Side 123 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Side 43 - Fie ! fie ! you have one of the best wives in the world, and yet you seem the most uneasy husband.
Side 193 - Six years had passed, and forty ere the six, When Time began to play his usual tricks : The locks once comely in a virgin's sight, Locks of pure brown, displayed the encroaching white ; The blood, once fervid, now to cool began, And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man. I rode or walked as I was wont before, But now the bounding spirit was no more ; A moderate pace would now my body heat, A walk of moderate length distress my feet. I...
Side 91 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong...
Side 193 - Locks of pure brown, display'd th' encroaching white ; " The blood once fervid now to cool began, " And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man : " I rode or walk'd as I was wont before, But now the bounding spirit was no more ; A moderate pace would now my body heat, A walk of moderate length distress my feet. I show'd my stranger-guest those hills sublime. But said, ' The view is poor, we need not climb.
Side 167 - Retain liis anger ; Nature knew not how ; " And so there came a softness to his mind, " And he forgave the usage of mankind. " His cold long fingers now were press'd to mine, " And his faint smile of kinder thoughts gave sign ; " His lips moved often as he tried to lend
Side 193 - And bless'd the shower that gave me not to choose. In fact, I felt a languor stealing on ; The active arm, the agile hand were gone ; Small daily actions into habits grew, And new dislike to forms and...
Side 114 - The time is out of joint," and so am I : I quite forget this poem's merely quizzical, And deviate into matters rather dry. I ne'er decide what I shall say, and this I call Much too poetical : men should know why They write, and for what end ; but, note or text, I never know the word which will come next.
Side 24 - Faction cou'd bespatter, Nor Minister, nor Poet flatter. What Justice in rewarding Merit? What Magnanimity of Spirit? What Lineaments divine we trace Thro' all the Features of his Face; Tho' Peace with Olive bind his Hands, Confest the conqu'ring Hero stands.

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