 Compar'd with thee, are shadows, thou the substance And guardian of felicity. No marvel, My brother made thy place of rest his bosom, Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistress To be hugg'd ever. In by-corners of This sacred room, silver, in bags...  The Dramatic Works of Massinger and Ford - Էջ 328Philip Massinger - 1840 - 450 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Philip Massinger - 1805 - 540 էջ
...bosom, ~- Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistres* . -. ; t , , To be hugg'd ever ! In by-corners of , This sacred room, silver in bags, heap'd up Like...night and darkness By that still-burning lamp for ever banish 'd ! But when, guided by that, my eyes had made Discovery of the caskets, and they open'd, r... | |
 | Alexander Fraser Tytler (lord Woodhouselee.) - 1807 - 454 էջ
...judgment and propriety, when his strong luxuriancy of imagination runs to wildness. I have often thought, This sacred room, silver in bags heap'd up, Like billets...gold That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. and There needs no artificial light; the splendour , Makes a perpetual day there ; night and darkness... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1808 - 512 էջ
...place of rest his bosom, Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistress To be huggM ever. In by-corners of This sacred room, silver, in bags heap'd up, Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire, llnworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold, That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. There... | |
 | 1811 - 418 էջ
...mistress To be hugg'd ever! In by-corners of This sacred room, silver in bags heap'd up Like billets sawed and ready for the fire, Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold That flowed about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no artificial light; the splendor Makes a perpetual... | |
 | Philip Massinger - 1813 - 542 էջ
...of rest his bosom, Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistress To be hugg'd ever ! In by-corners of This sacred room, silver in bags, heap'd up Like...night and darkness By that still-burning lamp for ever banish 'd ! But when, guided by that, my eyes had made Discover^' of the caskets, and they open'd,... | |
 | Philip Massinger - 1813 - 546 էջ
...of rest his bosom, Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistregi To be hugg'd ever ! In by-corners of . -This sacred room, silver in bags, heap'd up...Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold That llow'il about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no artificial light ; the splendor Makes a perpetual... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 508 էջ
...of rest his bosom, Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistress To be hugg'd ever. In by-corners of This sacred room, silver, in bags heap'd up, Like...billets saw'd and ready for the fire, Unworthy to .bold fellowship with bright gold, •f • That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs... | |
 | Lord Alexander Fraser Tytler Woodhouselee - 1814 - 426 էջ
...his heart ; a mistress To be hugg'd ever. In bye corners of This sacred room, silver in bags heap't up, Like billets saw'd, and ready for the fire, Unworthy...splendour Makes a perpetual day there ; night and darkness 3y that still.burning lamp for ever banished. But when guided by that, my eyes had made Discovery of... | |
 | John Galt - 1824 - 320 էջ
...seem as if old Massinger had peeped for the following description in THE CITY MADAM : " In bye-corners of This sacred room, silver in bags, heap'd up Like...perpetual day there. Night and darkness • . By that still burning lamp for ever banish'd. But when guided by that, my eyes had made Discovery of the caskets,... | |
 | John Galt - 1824 - 324 էջ
...seem as if old Massinger had peeped for the following description in THE CITY MADAM : " In bye-corners of This sacred room, silver in bags, heap'd up Like...Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold, That fldw'rt about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no artificial light, the splendour Makes a perpetual... | |
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