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... triumph flushed my breast ; This truth once known - To bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver - gray ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his tale with ...
... triumph flushed my breast ; This truth once known - To bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver - gray ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his tale with ...
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... triumph swell ? With conscious truth , retrace the mazy clue Of summer - scents , that charmed her as she flew ? Hail , MEMORY , hail ! thy universal reign Guards the least link of Being's glorious chain . THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . PART ...
... triumph swell ? With conscious truth , retrace the mazy clue Of summer - scents , that charmed her as she flew ? Hail , MEMORY , hail ! thy universal reign Guards the least link of Being's glorious chain . THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . PART ...
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... triumphs o'er despair ? Awake , arise ! with grateful fervour fraught , Go , spring the mine of elevating thought . He , who , thro ' Nature's various walk , surveys The good and fair her faultless line pourtrays ; Whose mind , profaned ...
... triumphs o'er despair ? Awake , arise ! with grateful fervour fraught , Go , spring the mine of elevating thought . He , who , thro ' Nature's various walk , surveys The good and fair her faultless line pourtrays ; Whose mind , profaned ...
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Samuel Rogers. Ah ! who can tell the triumphs of the mind , By truth illumined , and by taste refined ? When age has quenched the eye , and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in her native sphere , Oft will she rise with searching ...
Samuel Rogers. Ah ! who can tell the triumphs of the mind , By truth illumined , and by taste refined ? When age has quenched the eye , and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in her native sphere , Oft will she rise with searching ...
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Samuel Rogers. And each , with glowing energy portrayed , The far - famed triumphs of the field displayed ; Usurped the canvass of the crowded hall , And chased a line of heroes from the wall . There slept the horn each jocund echo knew ...
Samuel Rogers. And each , with glowing energy portrayed , The far - famed triumphs of the field displayed ; Usurped the canvass of the crowded hall , And chased a line of heroes from the wall . There slept the horn each jocund echo knew ...
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Ęschylus age to age ancient bids bless blest breathe bright called calm CANTO charm child Cicero clouds Columbus Cortes courser dark delight DRAWING BY TURNER dream ENGRAVED BY GOODALL Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gaze glory glows grove hail hand hear heart heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist hope and fear hour hung Icarius inspire light lisp live look MEMORY mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once Pausanias Petrarch Plato pleasure rapture resigned rise round sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shed shine shore sigh silent sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sphere 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 youth
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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...