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Oh breathe not, winds! still be the waters motion!
Sleep, sleep, my bark, in silence on the main!
So, when to-morrow's light shall gild the ocean,
Once more mine eyes shall see the coast of Spain !
Sleep, sleep, my bark, in silence on the main!
So, when to-morrow's light shall gild the ocean,
Once more mine eyes shall see the coast of Spain !
Vain is the wish! my last petition scorning,
Fresh blows the gale and high the billows swell;
Far shall we be before the break of morning:
Oh! then for ever native Spain farewell!
Fresh blows the gale and high the billows swell;
Far shall we be before the break of morning:
Oh! then for ever native Spain farewell!
Society cannot exist, unless a controlling power upon will and appetite be placed somewhere; and the less there is within, the more there must be without. It is ordained in the eternal constitution of things, that men of intemperate minds cannot be free—their passions forge their fetters. >> Burke.
Juliana, And if I break them,
Perhaps you'll beat me.
Duke. No—I'll talk to you. The man that lays his hand upon a woman, save in the way of kindness, is a wretch, whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward. I'll talk to you Lady, but not beat you ! Tobin.
Thus Rodmond, train'd by this unhallow'd crew
The sacred social passions never knew:
Unskill'd to argue; in dispute yet loud;
Bold without caution; without honors proud;
In art unschool'd, each veteran rule he prized
And all improvement haughtily despised.
Falconer.
The sacred social passions never knew:
Unskill'd to argue; in dispute yet loud;
Bold without caution; without honors proud;
In art unschool'd, each veteran rule he prized
And all improvement haughtily despised.
Falconer.
