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... dark . " -BOYLE'S WORKS , I. 789 . Page 11 , col . 2 , line 40 . Schooled and trained up to Wisdom from his birth ; Cicero , in his Essay De Senectute , has drawn his images from the better walks of life ; and Shakspeare , in his Seven ...
... dark . " -BOYLE'S WORKS , I. 789 . Page 11 , col . 2 , line 40 . Schooled and trained up to Wisdom from his birth ; Cicero , in his Essay De Senectute , has drawn his images from the better walks of life ; and Shakspeare , in his Seven ...
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... dark centre of its inmost cell , Wild Winter ministers his dread controul To cool and crystallise the nectared bowl . His faded form an awful grace retains ; Stern tho ' subdued , majestic tho ' in chains ! Page 21 , col . 2 , line 21 ...
... dark centre of its inmost cell , Wild Winter ministers his dread controul To cool and crystallise the nectared bowl . His faded form an awful grace retains ; Stern tho ' subdued , majestic tho ' in chains ! Page 21 , col . 2 , line 21 ...
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... dark eyes - how eloquent ! Ask what they would , ' twas granted . Her father loved her as his fame ; -And Bayard's self had done the same ! Soon as the sun the glittering pane On the red floor in diamonds threw , His songs she sung and ...
... dark eyes - how eloquent ! Ask what they would , ' twas granted . Her father loved her as his fame ; -And Bayard's self had done the same ! Soon as the sun the glittering pane On the red floor in diamonds threw , His songs she sung and ...
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... dark as night ? 13 What eye those long , long labyrinths dare explore , 14 To which the parted soul oft wings her flight ; Again to visit her cold cell of clay , Charmed with perennial sweets , and smiling at decay ? II . 3 . On yon ...
... dark as night ? 13 What eye those long , long labyrinths dare explore , 14 To which the parted soul oft wings her flight ; Again to visit her cold cell of clay , Charmed with perennial sweets , and smiling at decay ? II . 3 . On yon ...
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... dark ? Thy triumphs cease ! thro ' every land , Hark ! Truth proclaims , thy triumphs cease ! 1 Æn . VI . 46 , & c ... darkness furls his leaden shroud , Shrinking from her glance in vain . Her touch unlocks the day - spring from above ...
... dark ? Thy triumphs cease ! thro ' every land , Hark ! Truth proclaims , thy triumphs cease ! 1 Æn . VI . 46 , & c ... darkness furls his leaden shroud , Shrinking from her glance in vain . Her touch unlocks the day - spring from above ...
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age to age ancient bids bless blest breathe bright called calm CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus controul Cortes courser dark delight desert shore dream Euripides father fear fled flowers fond gaze gentle glory glows grove hail hand hear heart Heaven Hence Herodotus Herrera Hist holy hour human voice Icarius inspire light line 60 live look mind Muse night o'er once Pausanias Petrarch pleasure rapture resigned rise round rude sacred sail sate says scene secret seraph shade shadow shed shine shore sigh silent sire sleep smile song soon sorrow soul South America spirit spring steals stood sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought thro Tigranes trace trembling triumphs truth Twas vale VESPASIAN VIRGIL's tomb virtue voice Voyage wake wandering wave weep whence wild wind wings young youth
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Page 4 - 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 9 - 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 35 - CHILD of the sun ! pursue thy rapturous flight. Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light; And, where the flowers of paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky Expand and shut with silent ecstasy ! Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day.
Page 19 - 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 6 - 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...
Page 34 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Page 3 - Long may the ruin spare its hallowed guest ! As jars the hinge, what sullen echoes call ! Oh haste, unfold the hospitable hall ! That hall, where once, in antiquated state, The chair of justice held the grave debate.
Page 19 - Her parents, the duke and duchess, with all the household, gentlemen and gentlewomen, were hunting in the park. I found her in her chamber, reading...
Page 6 - Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,' Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course. And many a stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confin'd!
Page 20 - 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.