Life of William Congreve

W. Scott, 1888 - 192 pages

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Page 156 - To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Page 57 - The second temple was not like the first ; Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, Our beauties equal, but excel our strength. Firm Doric pillars found your solid base ; The fair Corinthian crowns the higher space : Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
Page 68 - And to our world such plenty you afford, It seems like Eden, fruitful of its own accord. But since in paradise frail flesh gave way, And when but two were made, both went astray ; Forbear your wonder, and the fault forgive, If, in our larger family, we grieve One falling Adam, and one tempted Eve.
Page 134 - He swears he'll not resent one hissed-off scene, Nor, like those peevish wits, his play maintain, Who, to assert their sense, your taste arraign. Some plot we think he has, and some new thought ; Some humour too, no farce; but that's a fault.
Page 177 - He spoke of his works as of trifles that were beneath him; and hinted to me, in our first conversation, that I should visit him upon no other footing than that of a gentleman who led a life of plainness and simplicity.
Page 90 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Page 173 - He had the misfortune to squander away a very good constitution in his younger days: and I think a man of sense and merit like him, is bound in conscience to preserve his health for the sake of his friends, as well as of himself.
Page 166 - But instead of endeavouring to raise a vain monument to myself, of the merits or difficulties of it, (which must be left to the world, to truth, and to posterity,) let me leave behind me a memorial of my friendship with one of the most valuable men, as well as finest writers of my age and country...
Page 90 - And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.

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