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But those, which they particularly prize, they have found in the enjoyment of domestic happiness; and these pleasures they value next to the pleasures of religion. "Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise, that has survived the fall! Thou art the nurse of virtue In thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heav'n-born, and destin'd to the skies again.
"Drooping sweetness, verdant flower Blooming, withering in an hour, Ere thy gentle breast sustain Latest, fiercest, mortal pain, Hear a suppliant! Let me be Partner in thy destiny: That whene'er the fatal cloud Must thy radiant temples shroud; When deadly damps, impending now, Shall hover round thy destin'd brow, Diffusive may their influence be, And with the blossom blast the tree!" Mr.
Piety toward the gods he teaches in many passages, introducing the heroes sacrificing, praying, offering gifts to the gods, and celebrating them in hymns, and as a reward for their piety they receive from the gods. Or hast thou not heard what renown the goodly Orestes got among all men in that he slew the slayer of his father? Not destin'd he his parents to repay their early care.
Will it not indeed be strange if the author of "Othello" and "Hamlet" is destin'd to live in America, in a generation or two, less as the cunning draughtsman of the passions, and more as putting on record the first full expose and by far the most vivid one, immeasurably ahead of doctrinaires and economists of the political theory and results, or the reason-why and necessity for them which America has come on earth to abnegate and replace?
Who sins thro' weakness is less guilty thought, Be pacify'd, and spare a venial fault. On me, when smiling fate shall smiling gifts bestow, I'll not ungrateful to thy godhead go. A destin'd goat shall on thy altar lye, And the horn'd parent of my flock shall dye. A sucking pig appease thy injur'd shrine, And hallow'd bowls o're-flow with generous wine.
Then down I laid my head, Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead, And my freed soul to a strange somewhere fled: Ah, sottish soul, said I, When back to its cage again I saw it fly: Fool to resume her broken chain! And row her galley here again! Fool, to that body to return Where it condemn'd and destin'd is to burn!
In my Creation destin'd for all Mischief, To commit Rapes, and Murders, to break Vows, As fast as Fools do Jests. Come hither, Boy And said the Lady nothing to thee? Yes, e'er she read the Letter, ask'd your Health, And Joy dispers'd it self in Blushes through her Cheeks. Bel. Her Beauty makes the very Boy adore it. Bel.
But I grow wild, and know not what I say: impatient love betrays me to a thousand follies, a thousand rashnesses: I die with shame; but I must be undone, and it is no matter how, whether by my own weakness, Philander's charms, or both, I know not; but so it is destin'd, oh Philander, it is two tedious hours love has counted since you writ to me, yet are but a quarter of a mile distant; what have you been doing all that live-long while?
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