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... Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the ...
... Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the ...
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... Say why VESPASIAN loved his Sabine farm ; Why great NAVARRE , when France and freedom bled , Sought the lone limits of a forest - shed . When DIOCLETIAN'S self - corrected mind The imperial fasces of a world resigned , Say why we trace ...
... Say why VESPASIAN loved his Sabine farm ; Why great NAVARRE , when France and freedom bled , Sought the lone limits of a forest - shed . When DIOCLETIAN'S self - corrected mind The imperial fasces of a world resigned , Say why we trace ...
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... Say , thro ' the clouds what compass points her flight ? Monarchs have gazed , and nations blessed the sight . Pile rocks on rocks , bid woods and mountains rise , Eclipse her native shades , her native skies : — ' Tis vain ! thro ...
... Say , thro ' the clouds what compass points her flight ? Monarchs have gazed , and nations blessed the sight . Pile rocks on rocks , bid woods and mountains rise , Eclipse her native shades , her native skies : — ' Tis vain ! thro ...
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... Say , can she chase the horrors of his cell ? Each fiery flight on Frenzy's wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies ...
... Say , can she chase the horrors of his cell ? Each fiery flight on Frenzy's wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies ...
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... fretted stone , In FLORIO's ear breathed language not its own . Her charm around the enchantress MEMORY threw , A charm that soothes the mind , and sweetens too ! But is Her Magic only felt below ? Say , 58 ROGERS ' POEMS .
... fretted stone , In FLORIO's ear breathed language not its own . Her charm around the enchantress MEMORY threw , A charm that soothes the mind , and sweetens too ! But is Her Magic only felt below ? Say , 58 ROGERS ' POEMS .
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age to age ancient azure skies bids bless blest breathe bright called calm CANTO charm child Cicero clouds Columbus Cortes courser dark delight dream Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gaze glory glows grave grove hail hand hear heart heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hope and fear hour human voice hung Icarius inspire light lisp live look mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once Pausanias Petrarch pleasure rapture resigned rise round sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit spring steals stood sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb virtue voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Page 212 - 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 305 - 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 84 - 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 114 - 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 118 - 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 120 - 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 76 - 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 113 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 310 - 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 121 - 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...