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Think's-I-to-myself, a serio-ludicro, tragico-comico tale, written ..., Zväzok 1 Edward Nares Úplné zobrazenie - 1811 |
Think's-I-to-myself, a serio-ludicro, tragico-comico tale, written ..., Zväzok 1 Edward Nares Úplné zobrazenie - 1811 |
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Strana 19 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord...
Strana 153 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on...
Strana 153 - Even sad vicissitude amused his soul : And if a sigh would sometimes intervene, And down his cheek a tear of pity roll, A sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wish'd not to control.
Strana 23 - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes. spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world, Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once, That makes ingrateful man!