Lady Maclairn, the victim of villany, 1-2. sējumi

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18. lappuse - She, while her lover pants upon her breast, Can mark the figures on an Indian chest ; And when she sees her friend in...
145. lappuse - His gardens next your admiration call; On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
189. lappuse - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
24. lappuse - I bow'd before your infant shrine — The earliest sighs you had were mine, And you my darling theme. I saw you in that opening morn For beauty's boundless empire born, And first confess'd your sway ; And ere your thoughts, devoid of art, Could learn the value of a heart, I gave my heart away.
18. lappuse - Yet Chloe sure was form'd without a spot." — Nature in her then err'd not, but forgot. " With every pleasing, every prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?" — She wants a heart. She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought ; But never, never reach'd one generous thought. Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies for ever.
123. lappuse - ... and thy song is lovely ! It is lovely, O Malvina! but it melts the soul. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells in the breast of the sad.
123. lappuse - Shall I live in Tromathon, and the son of Morni low? My heart is not of that rock; nor my soul careless as that sea, which lifts its blue waves to every wind, and rolls beneath the storm.
217. lappuse - ... unveiled in open view they flowed ; So Phoebus glimmers through a fleecy cloud, So from the cloud again redeems his ray, And sheds fresh glory on the face of day. In wavy ringlets falls her beauteous hair, That catch new graces from the sportive air ; Declined on earth, her modest look denies To shew the starry lustre of her eyes : O'er her fair face a rosy bloom is spread, ' And stains her ivory skin with lovely red ; Soft breathing sweets her opening lips disclose, The native odours of the...
149. lappuse - You cannot always depend on the individual who is expected to be like Falstaff— not only witty himself, but the cause of wit in others.
255. lappuse - ... thy spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. If I say, surely the darkness shall cover me; even then the night shall be light about me.

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