By slow Meander's margent green, / And in the violet-embroidered vale. |
Calm of mind, all passion spent |
Capricious, wanton, bold, and brutal lust Is meanly selfish; when resisted, cruel; And, like the blast of pestilential winds, Taints the sweet bloom of nature's fairest forms |
Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms. |
Care / Sat on his faded cheek. |
Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe |
Come, knit hands, and beat the ground, / in a light fantastic round. |
Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all in a robe of darkest grain, flowing with majestic train. |
Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to its possessor |
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung. |
Consider first, that great or bright infers not excellence |
Dark with excessive bright. |
Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, / What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? |
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity. |
Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, / And moon-struck madness. |