The Monk: A Romance

PREFACE IMITATION OF HORACE Ep. 20.—B. 1. Methinks, Oh! vain ill-judging Book, I see thee cast a wishful look, Where reputations won and lost are In famous row called Paternoster...

——Lord Angelo is precise; Stands at a guard with envy; Scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone. MEASURE FOR MEASURE. Scarcely had ...

Fòrse sé tu gustassi una sòl volta La millésima parte délle giòje, Ché gusta un còr amato riamando, Diresti ripentita sospirando, Perduto è tutto il tempo Ché in amar non si spènde...

——These are the Villains Whom all the Travellers do fear so much. ————Some of them are Gentlemen Such as the fury of ungoverned Youth Thrust from the company of awful Men. TWO GEN...

Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the Earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold! Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which Thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible ...

O You! whom Vanity’s light bark conveys On Fame’s mad voyage by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high! Who pan...

While in each other’s arms entranced They lay, They blessed the night, and curst the coming day. LEE. The burst of transport was past: Ambrosio’s lust was satisfied; Pleasure fle...

——Ah! how dark These long-extended realms and rueful wastes; Where nought but silence reigns, and night, dark night, Dark as was Chaos ere the Infant Sun Was rolled together, or ha...

The crickets sing, and Man’s o’er-laboured sense Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus Did softly press the rushes, ere He wakened The chastity He wounded—Cytherea, How bravely ...

Tell us, ye Dead, will none of you in pity To those you left behind disclose the secret? O! That some courteous Ghost would blab it out, What ’tis you are, and we must shortly be. ...

Oh! could I worship aught beneath the skies That earth hath seen or fancy could devise, Thine altar, sacred Liberty, should stand, Built by no mercenary vulgar hand, With fragrant ...

Great Heaven! How frail thy creature Man is made! How by himself insensibly betrayed! In our own strength unhappily secure, Too little cautious of the adverse power, On pleasure’s ...

——He was a fell despightful Fiend: Hell holds none worse in baleful bower below: By pride, and wit, and rage, and rancor keened; Of Man alike, if good or bad the Foe. THOMSON. On...