SolitudeJ. Walker, 1819 - 368 pages |
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Abelard acquired advantages affords agreeable amidst anxiety Argenteuil attention Avignon beauties beloved bosom Callistratus calm canton of Berne capable celebrated character charms choly Cicero comfort contemplation corrupted dangerous delight Demosthenes Dioclesian Dionysius the younger disposition dreadful duties effect endeavoured enjoy enjoyment entertained envy exer eyes faculties fame fancy feelings felicity follies fond frequently friends genius Hanover happiness heart highest human idea idle imagination inclination indolence indulge inspired intercourse joys leisure live Lord Bolingbroke mankind manners melan melancholy ment merit mind misanthropy miserable nature ness never noble object observation painful passion peace Petrarch philosopher Plato pleasures Plutarch possess powers prince produce pursuits racter rational religion render repose retirement retreat rural scenes seek sense sensibility sentiments shades silent society solitary Solitude sorrow soul species spirit sublime sufferings surrounded taste temper thing thought tion tranquillity truth tumults Vaucluse vices virtue virtuous worldly youth
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Page 322 - Hail wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
Page 290 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff 'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 269 - Fresh pleasure only: for the attentive mind By this harmonious action on her powers Becomes herself harmonious: wont so oft In outward things to meditate the charm Of sacred order, soon she seeks at home To find a kindred order, to exert Within herself this elegance of love, This fair inspir'd delight: her temper'd powers Refine at length, and every passion wears A chaster, milder, more attractive mien.
Page 92 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; . Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away...
Page 200 - It consisted only of six rooms, four of them in the form of friars', cells, with naked walls ; the other two, each twenty feet square, were hung with brown cloth and furnished in the most simple manner. They were all on a level with the ground, with a door on one side into a garden, of which Charles himself had given the plan and had filled it with various plants which he intended to cultivate with his own hands.
Page 43 - He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Page 347 - Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next ; and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th...
Page 108 - Ask the faithful youth Why the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd So often fills his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps at the silent hour, To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour...
Page 19 - What woful stuff this madrigal would be In some starved hackney sonneteer or me ! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines ! Before his sacred name flies every fault, And each exalted stanza teems with thought.
Page 65 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.