Men and women; or, Manorial rights, by the author of 'The adventures of Susan Hopley'.1844 |
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Strana 207 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Strana 17 - What will become of us ? All will away : My husband never ceases in expense, Both to consume his credit and his house ; And 'tis set down by heaven's just decree, That riot's child must needs be beggary. Are these the virtues that his youth did promise ? Dice and voluptuous meetings, midnight revels, Taking his bed with surfeits ; ill beseeming The ancient honour of his house and name ? And this not all, but that which kills me most, When he recounts his losses...
Strana 87 - Good Shepherd, may a stranger crave to know To whom this dear observance you do owe ? The. You may, and by her virtue learn to square And level out your life; for to be fair, And nothing virtuous, only fits the eye Of gaudy youth and swelling vanity.
Strana 87 - Nor, great lord, Make me not bold with death and deeds of ruin, Because they fear not you ; me they must fright ; Then am I best in health : should thunder speak And none regard it, it had lost the name, And were as good be still.
Strana 266 - Hier. What, not as thine ? that's a lie, As massy as the earth : I had a son, Whose least unvalued hair did weigh A thousand of thy sons, and he was murder'd. Pain. Alas, sir, I had no more but he. Hier. Nor I, nor I ; but this same one of mine Was worth a legion.
Strana 176 - It standeth so ; a deed is do Whereof great harm shall grow My destiny is for to die A shameful death, I trow ; Or else to flee : the one must be. None other way I know, But to withdraw as an outlaw, And take me to my bow. Wherefore adieu, my own heart true! None other rede I can : For I must to the green wood go. Alone a banished man.
Strana 1 - Able to burn out the spectators' eyes, And show like bonfires on you by the tapers : Something might here be spared, with safety of Your birth and honour, since the truest wealth Shines from the soul, and draws up just admirers. I could urge something more.
Strana 207 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse ; He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate. And weltering in his blood; Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes.
Strana 130 - ... The fresh impulse her former fright renew'd; She thought herself the trembling dame who fled, And him the grisly ghost that spurr'd...
Strana 158 - Die Sorge nistet gleich im tiefen Herzen, Dort wirket sie geheime Schmerzen, Unruhig wiegt sie sich und störet Lust und Ruh; Sie deckt sich stets mit neuen Masken zu, Sie mag als Haus und Hof, als Weib und Kind erscheinen, Als Feuer, Wasser, Dolch und Gift; Du bebst vor allem, was nicht trifft, Und was du nie verlierst, das mußt du stets beweinen. Den Göttern gleich ich nicht!