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... fate of Benjamin Bolus - have rhymed themselves into contempt , and been rejected in both their aspirations . The man whom Thomson has thus described in the " Castle of Indolence , " could never have risen in the medical profession ...
... fate of Benjamin Bolus - have rhymed themselves into contempt , and been rejected in both their aspirations . The man whom Thomson has thus described in the " Castle of Indolence , " could never have risen in the medical profession ...
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... Your tender body through with rapid pains ; Fierce coughs will teaze you , hoarseness bind your voice , Or moist gravedo load your aching brows . These to defy , and all the fates that dwell THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH . 11.
... Your tender body through with rapid pains ; Fierce coughs will teaze you , hoarseness bind your voice , Or moist gravedo load your aching brows . These to defy , and all the fates that dwell THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH . 11.
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... fates that dwell In cloister'd air tainted with steaming life , Let lofty ceilings grace your ample rooms ; And still at azure noontide may your dome At every window drink the liquid sky . Need we the sunny situation here , And theatres ...
... fates that dwell In cloister'd air tainted with steaming life , Let lofty ceilings grace your ample rooms ; And still at azure noontide may your dome At every window drink the liquid sky . Need we the sunny situation here , And theatres ...
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... no pains but what the tender soul With pleasure yields to , and would ne'er forget . Bless'd with divine immunity from ails , 365 370 380 390 Long centuries they lived ; their only fate Was ripe 24 ARMSTRONG'S POETICAL WORKS .
... no pains but what the tender soul With pleasure yields to , and would ne'er forget . Bless'd with divine immunity from ails , 365 370 380 390 Long centuries they lived ; their only fate Was ripe 24 ARMSTRONG'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... fate Was ripe old age , and rather sleep than death . Oh ! could those worthies from the world of gods Return to visit their degenerate sons , How would they scorn the joys of modern time , With all our art and toil improved to pain ...
... fate Was ripe old age , and rather sleep than death . Oh ! could those worthies from the world of gods Return to visit their degenerate sons , How would they scorn the joys of modern time , With all our art and toil improved to pain ...
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Page 202 - But transient is the Smile of Fate ! A little Rule, a little Sway, A Sun-beam in a "Winter's day Is all the Proud and Mighty have, Between the Cradle and the Grave.
Page 201 - His sides are cloth'd with waving wood, And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; Tis now th...
Page 103 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our...
Page 200 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal : The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise : Still the prospect wider spreads, Adds a thousand woods and meads; Still it widens, widens still, And sinks the newly-risen hill.
Page 214 - There is a mood, (I sing not to the vacant and the young) There is a kindly mood of melancholy, That wings the soul, and points her to the skies...
Page 203 - I lie; While the wanton zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep ; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.
Page 129 - O'er her weak twins with empty udder mourns, Or fails to guard when the bold bird of prey Alights, and hops in many turns around, And tires her, also turning: to her aid Be nimble, and the weakest in thine arms Gently convey to the warm...
Page 199 - SILENT nymph, with curious eye, Who the purple evening lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale...
Page 203 - Hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Page 202 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view; The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower ; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an ^Ethiop's arm.