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... heart , And bid the tear of emulation start ! Oh could it still , thro ' each succeeding year , My life , my manners , and my name endear ; And , when the poet sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! - Yet ...
... heart , And bid the tear of emulation start ! Oh could it still , thro ' each succeeding year , My life , my manners , and my name endear ; And , when the poet sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! - Yet ...
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... heart , And bid the tear of emulation start ! : ILLUSTRATIONS . A GARDEN SCENE . LEWELLYN HALL . ENGRAVED. 32X312 Oh could it still , thro ' each succeeding year , My life , my manners , and my name endear ; And , when the poet sleeps in ...
... heart , And bid the tear of emulation start ! : ILLUSTRATIONS . A GARDEN SCENE . LEWELLYN HALL . ENGRAVED. 32X312 Oh could it still , thro ' each succeeding year , My life , my manners , and my name endear ; And , when the poet sleeps in ...
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... heart promised what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractured pediment revealed , Where moss inlays the rudely ... heart's light laugh pursued the circling jest ; And all was sunshine in each little breast . ' Twas here we chased ...
... heart promised what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractured pediment revealed , Where moss inlays the rudely ... heart's light laugh pursued the circling jest ; And all was sunshine in each little breast . ' Twas here we chased ...
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... heart promised what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractured pediment revealed , Where moss inlays the rudely ... heart's light laugh pursued the circling jest ; And all was sunshine in each little breast . ' Twas here we chased ...
... heart promised what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractured pediment revealed , Where moss inlays the rudely ... heart's light laugh pursued the circling jest ; And all was sunshine in each little breast . ' Twas here we chased ...
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... heart . That faithful monitor ' twas heaven to hear , When soft it spoke a promised pleasure near ; And has its sober hand , its simple chime , Forgot to trace the feathered feet of Time ? That massive beam , with curious carvings ...
... heart . That faithful monitor ' twas heaven to hear , When soft it spoke a promised pleasure near ; And has its sober hand , its simple chime , Forgot to trace the feathered feet of Time ? That massive beam , with curious carvings ...
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Page 203 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 295 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place, or honours, but I have and do reverence him, for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength ; for greatness he could not want. Neither could I condole in a word or syllable for him, as knowing no accident could do harm to virtue, but rather...
Page 76 - Her by her smile how soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy, What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks, he speaks. In many a broken word His wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. And ever, ever to her lap he flies, When rosy Sleep comes on with sweet surprise.
Page 104 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Page 108 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Page 110 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent 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 after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 69 - 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 103 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 300 - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Page 111 - 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...