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... human being , and all working to some social end . Hence he ap- proves of judicious and reflecting leisure - of domestic and social evenings of suburban retreats - of gardens - of ulti- mate retirement " for good " -of a reading and ...
... human being , and all working to some social end . Hence he ap- proves of judicious and reflecting leisure - of domestic and social evenings of suburban retreats - of gardens - of ulti- mate retirement " for good " -of a reading and ...
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... human nature reflected on them , and so be taught to know and to love everything , but to be reflected themselves as in a pocket mirror , and so interchange admiring looks with their own narrow cast of countenance . The universalist ...
... human nature reflected on them , and so be taught to know and to love everything , but to be reflected themselves as in a pocket mirror , and so interchange admiring looks with their own narrow cast of countenance . The universalist ...
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... human splendour . You have an absolute dislike to the vanities of dress ; and are likely , for many months , to observe the Bishop of Bristol's first rule of conversation , Silence , though tempted to transgress it by the novelty and ...
... human splendour . You have an absolute dislike to the vanities of dress ; and are likely , for many months , to observe the Bishop of Bristol's first rule of conversation , Silence , though tempted to transgress it by the novelty and ...
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... human interest of the subject . It is Shenstone's masterpiece . Its playful imitation of the manner of Spenser saved him from that inferior artificial style of the day , which injured the natural feeling of most of his other poems ; and ...
... human interest of the subject . It is Shenstone's masterpiece . Its playful imitation of the manner of Spenser saved him from that inferior artificial style of the day , which injured the natural feeling of most of his other poems ; and ...
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... humanity . A H me ! full sorely is my heart forlorn , To think how modest worth neglected lies , While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone , as pride and pomp disguise ; Deeds of ill sort , and mischievous emprize ...
... humanity . A H me ! full sorely is my heart forlorn , To think how modest worth neglected lies , While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone , as pride and pomp disguise ; Deeds of ill sort , and mischievous emprize ...
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Page 46 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 168 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Page 166 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 167 - And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 226 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Page 226 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 224 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Page 59 - It happened one day about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand : I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition...
Page 225 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the Sun upon...
Page 29 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.