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... hour Of day or dreaming nights but I am with thee : There's not a wind but whispers of thy name , And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale Of thee . PROCTOR'S Mirandola . What tender ...
... hour Of day or dreaming nights but I am with thee : There's not a wind but whispers of thy name , And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale Of thee . PROCTOR'S Mirandola . What tender ...
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... , have pass'd below In much of joy , though much of woe ; Yet still , in hours of love or strife , I've ' scap'd the weariness of life . THOMSON . HANNAH MORE . BYRON'S Giaouar . ACTORS - DRAMA - THEATRE . Act ! for in.
... , have pass'd below In much of joy , though much of woe ; Yet still , in hours of love or strife , I've ' scap'd the weariness of life . THOMSON . HANNAH MORE . BYRON'S Giaouar . ACTORS - DRAMA - THEATRE . Act ! for in.
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... hour : Improve each moment as it flies : Life's a short summer man a flower ; He dies - alas ! - how soon he dies ! ― - Let us then be up and doing , With a heart for every fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to labour and ...
... hour : Improve each moment as it flies : Life's a short summer man a flower ; He dies - alas ! - how soon he dies ! ― - Let us then be up and doing , With a heart for every fate ; Still achieving , still pursuing , Learn to labour and ...
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... hour ; Oft wide of nature must he act a part , Make love in tropes , in bombast break his heart ; In turn and simile resign his breath , And rhyme and quibble in the pains of death . Whose every look and gesture was a joke To clapping ...
... hour ; Oft wide of nature must he act a part , Make love in tropes , in bombast break his heart ; In turn and simile resign his breath , And rhyme and quibble in the pains of death . Whose every look and gesture was a joke To clapping ...
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... hour , and what arise When lovers part - expressive looks , and eyes Tender and tearful - many a fond adieu , And many a call the sorrow to renew . " I were vain to speak , to weep , to sigh ; Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell ...
... hour , and what arise When lovers part - expressive looks , and eyes Tender and tearful - many a fond adieu , And many a call the sorrow to renew . " I were vain to speak , to weep , to sigh ; Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell ...
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AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES SPRAGUE charms cheek clouds Comus COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory gold grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue weep WELBY wind young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Page 479 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 153 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 342 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 457 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 389 - Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Page 85 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door. Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh ! give relief and heaven will bless your store.
Page 297 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Page 173 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 227 - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their...
Page 420 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...