John Conington quotes - page 4

They reach the realms of tranquil bliss. Green spaces folded in with trees, A paradise of pleasances. (John Conington)
Here sees he the illustrious dead Who fighting for their country bled; Priests who while earthly life remained Preserved that life unsoiled, unstained; Blest bards, transparent souls and clear, Whose song was worthy Phoebus' ear; Inventors who by arts refined The common lot of human kind, With all who grateful memory won By services to others done: A goodly brotherhood, bedight With coronals of virgin white. View quote
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But, Roman, thou, do thou control The nations far and wide; Be this thy genius, to impose The rule of peace on vanquished foes, Show pity to the humbled soul, And crush the sons of pride. View quote
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Sleep gives his name to portals twain; One all of horn, they say, Through which authentic spectres gain Quick exit into day, And one which bright with ivory gleams, Whence Pluto sends delusive dreams. View quote
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Blest pair! if aught my verse avail, No day shall make your memory fail From off the heart of time. View quote
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Each has his destined time: a span Is all the heritage of man: 'Tis virtue's part by deeds of praise To lengthen fame through after days. View quote
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Fierce boils in every vein Indignant shame and passion blind, The tempest of the lover's mind, The soldier's high disdain. View quote
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For easier 'tis to learn and recollect What moves derision than what claims respect. View quote
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Mere grace is not enough: a play should thrill The hearer's soul, and move it at its will. View quote
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A wet summer and a fine winter should be the farmer's prayer. View quote
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To die! and unrevenged!' she said, 'Yet let me die. (John Conington)
Back, ye unhallowed! View quote
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