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I leant a little against the opposite wall of the corridor, feeling rather funny; for it had been a narrow squeak.... 'Theyr be noe sayfetie to be gained bye gayrds of holieness when the monyster hath pow'r to speak throe woode and stoene. So runs the passage in the Sigsand MS., and I proved it in that 'Nodding Door' business.
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own, and having pow'r T'inforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interpos'd, Make enemies of nations, who had else, Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.
By day and by night this exquisite purity of air gives tenfold beauty to every object. I could hardly believe the stars were the same; the Great Bear looked like a constellation of suns; and Jupiter justified all the fine things said of him in those beautiful lines from I know not what spirited pen, beginning, "I looked on thee, Jove! till my gaze Shrunk, smote by the pow'r of thy blaze."
Into the melting-pot Caspar now puts the ingredients of the charm: some lead, bits of broken glass from a church window, a bit of mercury, three bullets that have already hit their mark, the right eye of a lapwing, the left of a lynx; then speaks the conjuration formula: Thou who roamst at midnight hour, Samiel, Samiel, thy pow'r! Spirit dread, be near this night And complete the mystic rite.
Perhaps only the scenario was drawn up, and a few scenes outlined; but that so much at least was done while the author was at Twickenham is proved conclusively by the fact that at this time Lady Mary composed for the play an epilogue, designed to be spoken by Mrs. Oldfield. "What could luxurious woman wish for more. To fix her joys, or to extend her pow'r? Their every wish was in this Mary seen.
"Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem. To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. "Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
These recollections dried her tears, gradually soothed her spirits, and inspired her with the sweet emulation of practising precepts, which her father had so frequently inculcated. Some pow'r impart the spear and shield, At which the wizard passions fly, By which the giant follies die.
Sir, 'tis not in my power to obey you. Lord. How! not in your pow'r? Bel. No, Sir, I see my fatal Ruin in your Eyes, And know too well your Force, and my own Misery. But, Sir when I shall tell you who I've married Lord. Who you've married; By all that's sacred, if that be true, thou art undone for ever. Bel. O hear me, Sir! I came with Hopes to have found you merciful. Lord.
His name not infrequently occurs to the graceful lyrics with which he supplied the theatre. There are some pretty lines of his, 'Corinna, I excuse thy face', in Act v of Southerne's The Wives Excuse; or, Cuckolds make Themselves ; and a still better song, 'Bright Cynthia's pow'r divinely great, which was sung by Leveridge in the second act of Southerne's Oroonoko , came from his prolific pen.
The gen'rous Flock reward their Pastor's care, His Pray'rs, his Wants, his Happiness they share Retir'd from worldly Care, from Noise and Strife, In sacred Thoughts and Deeds, he spends his Life, To mo'drate Bounds, his Wishes he confines, All views of Grandeur, Pow'r and Wealth resigns, With Pomp and Pride can cheerfully dispense, Dead to the World, and empty Joys of Sense, The Symphony of heav'nly Song he hears, Celestial Concord vibrates on his Ears., Which emulates the Music of the Spheres The Band of active Youths and Virgins fan, Rank'd in due Order, by their Teacher's Care, The Sight of all Beholders gratify, Sweet to the Soul, and pleasing to the Eye But when their Voices found in Songs, of Praise, When they to God's high Throne their Anthems raise, By these harmonious Sounds, such Rapture's giv'n, Their loud Hosannas waft the Soul to Heav'n: The fourfold Parts in one bright Center meet, To form the blessed Harmony complete.
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