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... rising in the brain Bear faint resemblance ; never are alike ; Fear shakes the pencil ; Fancy loves excess ; Dark ignorance is lavish of her shades ; And these the formidable picture draw . DEATH . Night Thoughts , VI . Line 52 ...
... rising in the brain Bear faint resemblance ; never are alike ; Fear shakes the pencil ; Fancy loves excess ; Dark ignorance is lavish of her shades ; And these the formidable picture draw . DEATH . Night Thoughts , VI . Line 52 ...
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... rise , vail to me , kiss their hand , offer me their places ; then I pick out some one , whom please to grace among the rest , take his seat , use it , throw my cloak over my face , and laugh at him : the poor gentle- man imagines ...
... rise , vail to me , kiss their hand , offer me their places ; then I pick out some one , whom please to grace among the rest , take his seat , use it , throw my cloak over my face , and laugh at him : the poor gentle- man imagines ...
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... rising again . EVENING . A Summer Evening .-- ISAAC WATTS . Approach of Softly the evening came . horizon The sun from the western Like a magician extended his golden wand o'er the landscape ; Twinkling vapours arose ; and sky , and ...
... rising again . EVENING . A Summer Evening .-- ISAAC WATTS . Approach of Softly the evening came . horizon The sun from the western Like a magician extended his golden wand o'er the landscape ; Twinkling vapours arose ; and sky , and ...
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... Where'er I turn my eyes , All around Enchanted ground And soft Elysiums rise · Flow'ry mountains , Mossy fountains , FAITH . Shady woods , Crystal floods , With wild The Great and Good . 77 Fading away Fairy-land Fairy Landscape, A.
... Where'er I turn my eyes , All around Enchanted ground And soft Elysiums rise · Flow'ry mountains , Mossy fountains , FAITH . Shady woods , Crystal floods , With wild The Great and Good . 77 Fading away Fairy-land Fairy Landscape, A.
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... hope , To conquer ages , and with time to cope ? New eras spread their wings , new nations rise , And other victors fill the applauding skies , A few brief generations fleet along , Whose sons forget 98 Wise Sayings of.
... hope , To conquer ages , and with time to cope ? New eras spread their wings , new nations rise , And other victors fill the applauding skies , A few brief generations fleet along , Whose sons forget 98 Wise Sayings of.
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BACON BEAUMONT and FLETCHER beautiful blessing Bonduca Book breast breath BYRON Canto Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds CRABBE Cure Cymbeline dark death delight doth E. B. LYTTON earth EDWARD YOUNG Essay evil fear fire flowers Fool of Quality fortune FRIENDSHIP Genius Giaour GILES FLETCHER glory God's grave grief happiness hath heart heaven honour hope hour human immortal King Henry Lady of Lyons Letter light Line live Lord LORD BYRON luxury man's Maxims mind Mixt Contemplations morn nature never Night Thoughts o'er OTWAY passion Philaster pleasure Poem.-H. K. WHITE prayer pride QUARLES rest rise Scene I.-T Scene II.-SHAKSPERE Scripture Observations Sermon SHAKSPERE shine sigh sleep smile Snares in thy Solitude sorrow soul Spanish Curate spirit stars Strung Pearls.-RUCKERT sweet thee ther Thierry and Theodoret thine things THOMAS FULLER THOMAS GRAY truth virtue weary wind WORDSWORTH YOUNG youth Zanoni
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Page 134 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 209 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Page 315 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Page 102 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened not thy breath...
Page 21 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 251 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Page 210 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods, — Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature ; The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils...
Page 224 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Page 284 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 180 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes! From different natures marvellously mixed, Connection exquisite of distant worlds! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity!