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Page 37
... Why wilt not let him pass , that long hath stood Upon the bank , yet wilt thyself
not pass the flood ? " He there does now enjoy eternal rest And happy ease ,
which thou doest want and crave , And further from it daily wanderest ; What if
some ...
... Why wilt not let him pass , that long hath stood Upon the bank , yet wilt thyself
not pass the flood ? " He there does now enjoy eternal rest And happy ease ,
which thou doest want and crave , And further from it daily wanderest ; What if
some ...
Page 49
Thou ' rt not thyself ; For thou exist ' st on many a thousand grains That issue out
of dust : happy thou art not ; For what thou hast not , still thou striv ' st to get ; And
what thou hast , forget ' st ' ; thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to ...
Thou ' rt not thyself ; For thou exist ' st on many a thousand grains That issue out
of dust : happy thou art not ; For what thou hast not , still thou striv ' st to get ; And
what thou hast , forget ' st ' ; thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to ...
Page 63
O had his powerful destiny ordained Me son e inferior angel , I had stood Then
happy ; no unbounded hope had raised Anibition . Yet why not ? some other
power As great might have aspired , and me though mean Drawn to his part : but
other ...
O had his powerful destiny ordained Me son e inferior angel , I had stood Then
happy ; no unbounded hope had raised Anibition . Yet why not ? some other
power As great might have aspired , and me though mean Drawn to his part : but
other ...
Page 65
Must I thus leave thee , Paradise ? thus leave Thee , native soil ! these happy
walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though
sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O Flowers , That
never ...
Must I thus leave thee , Paradise ? thus leave Thee , native soil ! these happy
walks and shades , Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend , Quiet though
sad , the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both . O Flowers , That
never ...
Page 100
No place is sacred , not the church is free , Even Sunday shines no Sabbath - day
to me : Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much be - mused
in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk , fore - doomed his father ...
No place is sacred , not the church is free , Even Sunday shines no Sabbath - day
to me : Happy to catch me just at dinner time . Is there a parson much be - mused
in beer , A maudlin poetess , a rhyming peer , A clerk , fore - doomed his father ...
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| Title | The Beauties of the British Poets, with a Few Introductory Observations |
| Author | George Croly |
| Publisher | Phillips, Sampson, 1857 |
| Length | 395 pages |
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