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... Half he conceives - the glorious vision flies . Go where he may , he cannot hope to find The truth , the beauty pictured in his mind . But if by chance an object strike the sense , The faintest shadow of that Excellence , Passions ...
... Half he conceives - the glorious vision flies . Go where he may , he cannot hope to find The truth , the beauty pictured in his mind . But if by chance an object strike the sense , The faintest shadow of that Excellence , Passions ...
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... who at masques , nor feigning nor sincere , With sweet discourse would win a lady's ear , Lie at her feet and on her slipper swear That none were half so faultless , half so fair , Now through the forest hies , a stricken deer , 27.
... who at masques , nor feigning nor sincere , With sweet discourse would win a lady's ear , Lie at her feet and on her slipper swear That none were half so faultless , half so fair , Now through the forest hies , a stricken deer , 27.
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... half unconscious where , Glad to conceal her tears , her blushes there . Then come those full confidings of the past ; All sunshine now where all was overcast . Then do they wander till the day is gone , Lost in each other ; and , when ...
... half unconscious where , Glad to conceal her tears , her blushes there . Then come those full confidings of the past ; All sunshine now where all was overcast . Then do they wander till the day is gone , Lost in each other ; and , when ...
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... half so fair , Up to the hill - top leads their little feet ; Or by the forest - lodge , perchance to meet The stag - herd on its march , perchance to hear The otter rustling in the sedgy mere ; Or to the echo near the Abbot's tree ...
... half so fair , Up to the hill - top leads their little feet ; Or by the forest - lodge , perchance to meet The stag - herd on its march , perchance to hear The otter rustling in the sedgy mere ; Or to the echo near the Abbot's tree ...
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... , from seat to seat , With thee conversing in thy loved retreat , I saw the sun go down ! -Ah , then ' twas thine Ne'er to forget some volume half divine , Shakspeare's or Dryden's - thro ' the chequered shade Borne 52.
... , from seat to seat , With thee conversing in thy loved retreat , I saw the sun go down ! -Ah , then ' twas thine Ne'er to forget some volume half divine , Shakspeare's or Dryden's - thro ' the chequered shade Borne 52.
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Page 72 - I wist, all their sport in the Park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas! good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 20 - Locked in her arms, his arms across her flung, (That name most dear for ever on his tongue) As with soft accents round her neck he clings, And, cheek to cheek, her lulling song she sings, How blest to feel the beatings of his heart, Breathe his sweet breath, and kiss for kiss impart ; Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove, And, if she can, exhaust a mother's love!
Page 72 - Her parents, the duke and duchess, with all the household, gentlemen and gentlewomen, were hunting in the park. I found her in her chamber, reading...
Page 34 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly— pour A thousand melodies unheard before...
Page 21 - Breathe his sweet breath, and kiss for kiss impart : Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove, And, if she can, exhaust a mother's love ! But soon a nobler task demands her care, Apart she joins his little hands in prayer, Telling of Him who sees in secret there. And now the volume on her knee has caught His wandering eye — now many a written thought, Never to die, with many a lisping sweet, His moving, murmuring lips endeavour to repeat.
Page 65 - When by a good man's grave I muse alone, Methinks an Angel sits upon the stone ; Like those of old, on that thrice-hallowed night, Who sate and watched in raiment heavenly bright ; And, with a voice inspiring joy not fear, Says, pointing upward,
Page 8 - For now the caudle-cup is circling there, Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer, And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran. Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale...
Page 73 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intense study, (which I take to be my portion in this life,) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to aftertimes, as they should not willingly let it die.