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Pagina 71 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Pagina 52 - ... On branch after branch alighting, The gem did she still display, And, when nearest and most inviting, Then waft the fair gem away ? If thus the...
Pagina 100 - Garcia, to whom 1 must be sacrificed, and all the vows I gave my dear Alphonso basely broken. No, it shall never be ; for I will die ; First, die ten thousand deaths ! — Look down, look down, [Kneels.
Pagina 139 - This is no time for counsel. — I am deaf. Talk not of reason ! I have been too patient. L.ife is not worth my care. — My soul grows desperate. I'll bear her off, or perish in the attempt.
Pagina 1 - For she was timid as the wintry flower, That, whiter than the snow it blooms among, Droops its fair head submissive to the power Of every angry blast which sweeps along, Sparing the lovely trembler, while the strong Majestic tenants of the leafless wood It levels low.
Pagina 214 - Shipwrecked upon a kingdom, where no pity, No friends, no hope ; no kindred weep for me, Almost no grave allowed me. — Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourished, I'll hang my head, and perish.
Pagina 192 - ... anger. If this being possessed the goodness and the power with which flattering priests have invested him, he would doubtless be inclined, and enabled to banish those evils which render the world a dungeon of distress, a vale of vanity and woe. — I will continue in it no longer.
Pagina 240 - But here the cloud, So wills Eternal Providence, sits deep. Enough for us to know that this dark state, In wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits, This infancy of being, cannot prove The final issue of the works of God, By boundless love and perfect wisdom form'd, And ever rising with the rising mind.