Cecil's Tryst: A Novel, Volumen1Tinsley Bros., 1872 |
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Página 33 - Still breathing fire; our argent-vive, the dragon: The dragon's teeth, mercury sublimate, That keeps the whiteness, hardness, and the biting; And they are gather'd into Jason's helm, The alembic, and then sow'd in Mars his field, And thence sublimed so often, till they're fix'd. Both this, the Hesperian garden, Cadmus' story, Jove's shower, the boon of Midas, Argus' eyes, Boccace his Demogorgon, thousands more, All abstract riddles of our stone.
Página 216 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the concealed comforts of a man Locked up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I come but near the house. What a delicious breath marriage sends forth. . . The violet bed's not sweeter.
Página 32 - This night I'll change All that is metal, in my house, to gold : And early in the morning will I send To all the plumbers and the pewterers, And buy their tin and lead up ; and to Lothbury For all the copper.
Página 39 - I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers ere she sleep. Now what you please : What death? Bos. Strangling; here are your executioners. Duch. I forgive them: The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o' the lungs, Would do as much as they do.
Página 170 - Do you mock my parentage ? I do not scorn yours : Mean folks are as worthy To be well spoken of, if they deserve well, As some whose only fame lies in their blood. Oh, you're a proud poor man ! all your oaths falsehood, Your vows deceit, your letters forged arid wicked Ï Ces.
Página 54 - The pause in the tournament was still uninterrupted, excepting by the voices of the heralds exclaiming, " Love of ladies, splintering of lances ! stand forth, gallant knights, fair eyes look upon your deeds ! " The music also of the challengers breathed from time to time wild bursts expressive of triumph or defiance, while the clowns grudged a holiday which seemed to pass away in inactivity ; and old knights and nobles lamented in whispers the decay of martial spirit, spoke of the...