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Now stained with dews , with cobwebs darkly hung , Oft has its roof with peals of
rapture rung ; When round yon ample board , in due degree , We sweetened
every meal with social glee . The heart's light laugh pursued the circling jest ; And
all ...
Now stained with dews , with cobwebs darkly hung , Oft has its roof with peals of
rapture rung ; When round yon ample board , in due degree , We sweetened
every meal with social glee . The heart's light laugh pursued the circling jest ; And
all ...
Page 14
Oft , as he turned the greensward with his spade , He lectured every youth that
round him played ; And , calmly pointing where our fathers lay , Roused us to
rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here
alone I ...
Oft , as he turned the greensward with his spade , He lectured every youth that
round him played ; And , calmly pointing where our fathers lay , Roused us to
rival each , the hero of his day . Hush , ye fond flutterings , hush ! while here
alone I ...
Page 131
Rise round the board “ A long table and a square table , ” says Bacon , seem
things of form , but are things of substance ; for at a long table a few at the upper
end , in effect , sway all the business . ” Perhaps Arthur was right , when he
instituted ...
Rise round the board “ A long table and a square table , ” says Bacon , seem
things of form , but are things of substance ; for at a long table a few at the upper
end , in effect , sway all the business . ” Perhaps Arthur was right , when he
instituted ...
Page 152
So saying , thro ' the fragrant shade Gently along he led the maid , While
Manchon round and round her played : And , as that silent glen they leave ,
Where by the spring the pitchers stand , Where glow - worms light their lamps at
eve , And ...
So saying , thro ' the fragrant shade Gently along he led the maid , While
Manchon round and round her played : And , as that silent glen they leave ,
Where by the spring the pitchers stand , Where glow - worms light their lamps at
eve , And ...
Page 163
While gleams of glory open round , And circling choirs of angels call , Canst thou
, with all thy terrors crowned , Hope to obscure that latent spark , Destined to
shine when suns are dark ? Thy triumphs cease ! thro ' every land , Hark !
While gleams of glory open round , And circling choirs of angels call , Canst thou
, with all thy terrors crowned , Hope to obscure that latent spark , Destined to
shine when suns are dark ? Thy triumphs cease ! thro ' every land , Hark !
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Page 112 - Though Somnus in Homer be sent to rouse up Agamemnon, I find no such effects in these drowsy approaches of sleep. To keep our eyes open longer were but to act our antipodes. The huntsmen are up in America, and they are already past their first sleep in Persia.
Page 17 - And hence the charm historic scenes impart : Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Page 44 - 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 100 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
Page 103 - 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 105 - 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 100 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 26 - 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.
Page 49 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
Page 199 - The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager : The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...