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... fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I search the records of each mouldering stone . Guides of my life ! Instructors of my youth ! Who first unveiled the ...
... fathers lay , Roused us to rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here alone I search the records of each mouldering stone . Guides of my life ! Instructors of my youth ! Who first unveiled the ...
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... sheep , The church - yard yews round which his fathers sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . Turer RA Goodall So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet. 16.
... sheep , The church - yard yews round which his fathers sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . Turer RA Goodall So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet. 16.
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... father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What tho ' the iron school ...
... father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets his age , and acts again the boy . What tho ' the iron school ...
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... father strewed his white hairs in the wind , Called on his child - nor lingered long behind : And FLORIO lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , FLORIO lived - and , still of each ...
... father strewed his white hairs in the wind , Called on his child - nor lingered long behind : And FLORIO lived to see the willow wave , With many an evening - whisper , o'er their grave . Yes , FLORIO lived - and , still of each ...
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... fathers sleep ; Every man , like Gulliver in Lilliput , is fastened to some spot of earth , by the thousand small threads which habit and association are continually stealing over him . Of these , perhaps , one of the strongest is here ...
... fathers sleep ; Every man , like Gulliver in Lilliput , is fastened to some spot of earth , by the thousand small threads which habit and association are continually stealing over him . Of these , perhaps , one of the strongest is here ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest blush breathe bright calm CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus controul Cortes courser dark dear delight desert shore dream Euripides father fear Finden fled flowers fond gaze glory glows Goodall grave grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hope and fear hour human voice hung Icarius inspire light live look mighty Wind mind Muse night o'er once 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 Stothard sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro Tigranes trace trembling triumphs truth Turner Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings youth
Popular passages
Page 15 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and, lo ! what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 45 - Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! HUMAN LIFE.
Page 104 - On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled ; So live, that, sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
Page 27 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art; Thee, in whose hands the...
Page 105 - 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 78 - How oft her eyes read his ; her gentle mind To all his wishes, all his thoughts inclined ; Still subject — ever on the watch jto borrow Mirth of his mirth, and sorrow of his sorrow.
Page 106 - ... 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 101 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 197 - ... Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive'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. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
Page 38 - ... the pebbled floor, And on the front these simple lines it bore. Hence away, nor dare intrude ! In this secret, shadowy cell Musing MEMORY loves to dwell, With her sister Solitude. Far from the busy world she flies, To taste that peace the world denies. Entranced she sits ; from youth to age, Reviewing Life's eventful page ; And noting, ere they fade away, The little lines of yesterday.