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... o'er some haunted streams , with fond delay , Round a holy calm diffusing , Love of peace , and holy musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But , oh ! how altered was its sprightlier tone When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue ...
... o'er some haunted streams , with fond delay , Round a holy calm diffusing , Love of peace , and holy musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But , oh ! how altered was its sprightlier tone When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue ...
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... O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's rim , Musical cherub , hie , hie thee away ! Then , when the gloaming comes , Low in ...
... O'er fell and fountain sheen , O'er moor and mountain green , O'er the red streamer that heralds the day , Over the cloudlet dim , Over the rainbow's rim , Musical cherub , hie , hie thee away ! Then , when the gloaming comes , Low in ...
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... o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck , if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But half ...
... o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck , if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But half ...
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... o'er her looks a genuine lustre cast ; A vest more white than new - fall'n snow she wore . August she stepped , yet modest was her air ; Serene her eye , yet darting heavenly fire . * Another name for Hercules , meaning " grandson of ...
... o'er her looks a genuine lustre cast ; A vest more white than new - fall'n snow she wore . August she stepped , yet modest was her air ; Serene her eye , yet darting heavenly fire . * Another name for Hercules , meaning " grandson of ...
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... o'er : Wipe thy wet wings and banish all thy fear ; Go join thy buzzing brothers in the air . Away it flies - resumes its harmless play , And sweetly gambols in the golden ray . F Smile not , spectators , at this humble deed ! FIFTH ...
... o'er : Wipe thy wet wings and banish all thy fear ; Go join thy buzzing brothers in the air . Away it flies - resumes its harmless play , And sweetly gambols in the golden ray . F Smile not , spectators , at this humble deed ! FIFTH ...
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Page 67 - If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake ; 'tis true, this god did shake...
Page 67 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did, — The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried,
Page 9 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Page 67 - I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Page 71 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 115 - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking.
Page 130 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, • And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, ) That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!
Page 141 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 84 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Page 10 - And as they oft had heard apart, Sweet lessons of her forceful art. Each (for Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid, And back recoiled, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.