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Page 12
... stood and gazed ; Gazed on her sun - burnt face with silent awe , Her tattered mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore , Imps , in the barn with mousing ...
... stood and gazed ; Gazed on her sun - burnt face with silent awe , Her tattered mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore , Imps , in the barn with mousing ...
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... stood , and where PELIDES fought , Sate at the helm himself . No meaner hand Steered thro ' the waves ; and , when he struck the land , Such in his soul the ardour to explore , PELIDES - like , he leaped the first ashore . ' Twas ever ...
... stood , and where PELIDES fought , Sate at the helm himself . No meaner hand Steered thro ' the waves ; and , when he struck the land , Such in his soul the ardour to explore , PELIDES - like , he leaped the first ashore . ' Twas ever ...
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... stood unknown Before a wife , a father , and a son ! And such is Human Life , the general theme . Ah , what at best , what but a longer dream ? Though with such wild romantic wanderings fraught , Such forms in Fancy's richest colouring ...
... stood unknown Before a wife , a father , and a son ! And such is Human Life , the general theme . Ah , what at best , what but a longer dream ? Though with such wild romantic wanderings fraught , Such forms in Fancy's richest colouring ...
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... stood , no merrier man than he ! And , as they wander with a keen delight , If but a leveret catch their quicker sight Down a green alley , or a squirrel then Climb the gnarled oak , and look and climb again , If but a moth flit by , an ...
... stood , no merrier man than he ! And , as they wander with a keen delight , If but a leveret catch their quicker sight Down a green alley , or a squirrel then Climb the gnarled oak , and look and climb again , If but a moth flit by , an ...
Page 140
... thought that came ? Dishonour coupled with his name ! By Condé at Rocroy he stood ; By Turenne , when the Rhine ran blood . Two banners of Castile he gave Aloft in Notre Dame to wave ; Nor did thy cross , St. Louis , rest Upon 140.
... thought that came ? Dishonour coupled with his name ! By Condé at Rocroy he stood ; By Turenne , when the Rhine ran blood . Two banners of Castile he gave Aloft in Notre Dame to wave ; Nor did thy cross , St. Louis , rest Upon 140.
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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
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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.