Letters Concerning the English Nation, Volume 1

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P. Davies, 1926 - English literature - 197 pages
 

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Page 128 - Tis a Consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die! to sleep! To sleep, perchance to dream! Ay, there's the Rub; For in that Sleep of Death, what Dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal Coyle, Must give us Pause. There's the respect That makes Calamity of so long Life : For who wou'd bear the Whips and Scorns of Time, Th
Page 161 - Here, in a Grotto, sheltered close from Air, And screened in Shades from Day's detested Glare, She sighs for ever on her pensive Bed, Pain at her Side, and Megrim at her Head, Two Handmaids wait the Throne. Alike in Place. But differing far in Figure and in Face
Page 128 - When we have shuffled off this mortal Coyle, Must give us Pause. There's the respect That makes Calamity of so long Life : For who wou'd bear the Whips and Scorns of Time,
Page 161 - a dusky, melancholy Sprite As ever sullied the fair Face of Light, Down to the central Earth, his proper Scene, Repairs to search the gloomy Cave of Spleen. Swift on his sooty Pinions flits the Gnome, And in a Vapour reach*d the dismal Dome. No chearful Breeze this sullen Region knows. The dreaded East is all the Wind that
Page 72 - should first appear, and at what Time it must " be upon the Horizon of Ireland', for there " had the like Meteor strong Influence before."! METHINKS our sagacious Thuanus does not give into such Fustian, which formerly was look'd upon as Sublime, but in this Age is justly call'd Nonsense.
Page 131 - tir'd with waiting for this chymic Gold, Which fools us young, and beggars us when old. I shall now give you my Translation: De desseins en regrets & d'erreurs en désirs Les Mortels insensés promènent leur Folie. Dans des malheurs présents, dans
Page 150 - tis this very Reason I despise, This supernatural Gift, that makes a Mite Think he's the Image of the Infinite ; Comparing his short Life, void of all rest, To the eternal and the ever blest. This busy, puzzling Stirrer up of Doubt, That frames deep Mysteries, then finds
Page 129 - Cast of Thought; And Enterprises of great Weight and Moment With this Regard their Currents turn away, And lose the Name of Action My Version of it runs thus : Demeure, il faut choisir & passer
Page 160 - Et le soufle mal sain de leur aride haleine Y porte aux environs la fièvre & la migraine. Sur un riche Sofa derrière un Paravent Loin des flambeaux, du bruit, des parleurs & du vent, La quinteuse Déesse incessamment repose, Le cœur gros de chagrin, sans en savoir la cause. N'aiant pensé jamais,
Page 130 - D'une indigne Maitresse encenser les erreurs, Ramper sous un Ministre, adorer ses hauteurs ; Et montrer les langueurs de son âme abattue, A des Amis ingrats qui détournent la vue? La Mort seroit trop douce en ces extrémitez, Mais le scrupule parle,

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