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adventurous game AEneid afar alike ambition claims AUGUST 22 beauty bosoms bower breast breathe bright brow charms daring deeds deem deep divine dream e'en E’en earth fair false friends fame fancy farewell fear fearless feelings fire flame flowers folly's fond forms fraught friendship's genius glory glowing grief haply hath heart heaven hill Homer studied hopes hour life's light light sail liver-leaf living love's man's manly mighty winds mind muse native nature ne'er o'er pain passion plain playmates pleasure pleasure's pride proud rapture rich rill roused scenes scorn shade SHAKSPEARE sight smile soar soldier's art soon soul sparkling sport spring steed strain stream strife studious sublime sundered hearts sway swelling taught tears thee thine thou thought toil trace true truth Twas virtue virtue's wandering warm wide wild winds WORDSWORTH wrought youth
Page 81 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed; in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 38 - If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work...
Page 58 - While many of his tribe slumber'd around ; And they were canopied by the blue sky. So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful, That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
Page 144 - For truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam, though this ill hap wait on her nativity, that she never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth; till time, the midwife rather than the mother of truth,12 have washed and salted the infant, declared her legitimate, and churched the father of his young Minerva14 from the needless causes of his purgation.
Page 94 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Page 112 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize: A better would you fix?
Page 95 - More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues, In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when Morn Purples the East.
Page 65 - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster...