The refusal, by the author of the Tale of the times, Volume 3

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Page 231 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Page 62 - Yea, even that which Mischief meant most harm Shall in the happy trial prove most glory. But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness...
Page 117 - So chast and loyall liv'd, but she would strive With forged cause them falsely to defame ; Ne ever thing so well was doen alive, But she with blame would blot, and of due praise deprive.
Page 370 - Unknown I die; no tongue shall speak of me. Some noble spirits, judging by themselves, May yet conjecture what I might have prov'd 215 And think life only wanting to my fame.
Page 259 - Wisdom sits enthroned serene, Each feature forms and dignifies the mien ; Still let me listen while her words impart The sweet effusions of the blameless heart. Till all my soul, each tumult charm'd away, Yields, gently led, to Virtue's easy sway. By thee inspired, O Virtue ! age is young, And music warbles from the...
Page 117 - Her nature is, all goodness to abuse, And causeless crimes continually to frame, With which she guiltless persons may accuse, And steal away the crown of their good name : Ne ever knight so bold, ne ever dame So chaste and loyal...
Page 287 - ... the woodland shade, Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, The lover's guardian, and the muse's aid ! By thy pale beams I solitary rove, To thee my tender grief confide ; Serenely sweet, you gild the silent grove, My friend, my goddess, and my guide ! E'en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height, The charms of young Endymion drew ; Veil'd with the mantle of concealing night ; With all thy greatness, and thy coldness too.
Page 348 - With calm severity, unpassion'd Age Detects the specious fallacies of Youth : Reviews the motives, which no more engage, And weighs each action in the scale of Truth. The soul no more on mortal good relies, But nobler objects urge her hopes and fears, And, sick of Folly, views no tempting prize Beneath the radiant circle of the stars.
Page 308 - A narrative penned in such circumstances, by a hand convulsed with pain, and trembling with the prelusive horrours of meditated suicide, obliterated in many parts by tears which had flowed from eyes long since closed in death, and breathing the proud yet deep remorse of an afflicted, rather than a contrite spirit, now removed to that world where...
Page 257 - Cesar did to the lean and wrinkled Cassius ; for with them unhappy people labour under a threefold ban: they do not contribute to their pleasures; they are apt to ask favours; and they remind them that prosperity is of temporary duration. " In assigning these reasons for lady Selina's being unpopular, I wish to...

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