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... thousand ills beset us as we go . - “ Still , could I shun the fatal gulf ” -Ah , no , " Tis all in vain — the inexorable Law ! Nearer and nearer to the brink we draw . Verdure springs up ; and fruits and flowers invite , And groves and ...
... thousand ills beset us as we go . - “ Still , could I shun the fatal gulf ” -Ah , no , " Tis all in vain — the inexorable Law ! Nearer and nearer to the brink we draw . Verdure springs up ; and fruits and flowers invite , And groves and ...
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... thousand melodies unheard before ! Nor many moons o'er hill and valley rise Ere to the gate with nymph - like step she flies , And their first - born holds forth , their darling boy , With smiles how sweet , how full of love and joy ...
... thousand melodies unheard before ! Nor many moons o'er hill and valley rise Ere to the gate with nymph - like step she flies , And their first - born holds forth , their darling boy , With smiles how sweet , how full of love and joy ...
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... thousand busy projects fraught , A thousand incidents that stir the mind To pleasure , such as leaves no sting behind ! Such as the heart delights in — and records Within how silently - in more than words ' A Holiday - the frugal ...
... thousand busy projects fraught , A thousand incidents that stir the mind To pleasure , such as leaves no sting behind ! Such as the heart delights in — and records Within how silently - in more than words ' A Holiday - the frugal ...
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... -To her , methinks , a second Youth is given ; The light upon her face a light from Heaven ! In An hour like this is worth a thousand passed pomp or ease- " Tis present to the last ! Years glide away untold - ' Tis still the same 51.
... -To her , methinks , a second Youth is given ; The light upon her face a light from Heaven ! In An hour like this is worth a thousand passed pomp or ease- " Tis present to the last ! Years glide away untold - ' Tis still the same 51.
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... the total destruction of the city . Tra- dition is silent concerning them ; but they must have existed now between two and three thousand years . L Points to the work of magic and moves on . LINES WRITTEN AT PESTUM. ...
... the total destruction of the city . Tra- dition is silent concerning them ; but they must have existed now between two and three thousand years . L Points to the work of magic and moves on . LINES WRITTEN AT PESTUM. ...
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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.