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Page 178 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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 thro' the church-way path we saw him borne.
Page 247 - Then will I grant thee all thy soul's desire ; All that may charm thine ear, and please thy sight : All that thy thought can frame, or wish require,] To steep thy ravish'd senses in delight. The sumptuous feast, enhanc'd with music's sound , Fittest to tune the melting soul to love : Rich odors, breathing choicest sweets around...
Page 237 - Lear is doubtless correct when he says that it is "sharper than a serpent's tooth to have a thankless child.
Page 113 - It knows not wherefore : — What a kind of being is circumstance ! I am a soldier, and were yonder battlements, Garnish'd with combatants, and cannon-mounted, My daring breast would bound with exultation, And glorious hopes enliven this drear scene. Now dare not I scarce tread to my own hearing, Lest echo borrow superstition's tongue, And seem to answer me, like one departed.