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... sweet and learned thoughts in his own bosom . Golden days in the country were lost in critical inquiries respecting insects and plants ; or in talk with fishermen about uncertain fins and scales . Johnson , in his Scottish tour , uses ...
... sweet and learned thoughts in his own bosom . Golden days in the country were lost in critical inquiries respecting insects and plants ; or in talk with fishermen about uncertain fins and scales . Johnson , in his Scottish tour , uses ...
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... sweet airs and purple lights to bathe his Castle of Indolence , — a season atween June and May , Half prankt with spring , with summer half imbrown'd . HAUNT OF THE WOODLARK . It is delicious now to 6 SUMMER TIME IN THE COUNTRY .
... sweet airs and purple lights to bathe his Castle of Indolence , — a season atween June and May , Half prankt with spring , with summer half imbrown'd . HAUNT OF THE WOODLARK . It is delicious now to 6 SUMMER TIME IN THE COUNTRY .
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... sweet warble of Thomson . The shadow gives a parallel for a life as well as for a genius . That man fleeth like a shadow and never continueth in one stay , is among the most touching lessons of the dead . Our kindred , not less than our ...
... sweet warble of Thomson . The shadow gives a parallel for a life as well as for a genius . That man fleeth like a shadow and never continueth in one stay , is among the most touching lessons of the dead . Our kindred , not less than our ...
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... sweet evening's sprinkled pearls , On each nodding bush besprent ; Dancing on from bent to bent ; Now to downy grasses clung , Resting for awhile he's hung ; Then to ferry or the stream , Vanishing as flies a dream ; Playful still his ...
... sweet evening's sprinkled pearls , On each nodding bush besprent ; Dancing on from bent to bent ; Now to downy grasses clung , Resting for awhile he's hung ; Then to ferry or the stream , Vanishing as flies a dream ; Playful still his ...
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... sweet face of Murillo , with a border by Cruikshank . Let me not , however , forget the tribute of Southey : " What you have heard me say of his temper is the best and only explanation of his faults . Never did man represent himself in ...
... sweet face of Murillo , with a border by Cruikshank . Let me not , however , forget the tribute of Southey : " What you have heard me say of his temper is the best and only explanation of his faults . Never did man represent himself in ...
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Seite 144 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Seite 212 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Seite 50 - If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away...
Seite 180 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
Seite 47 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Seite 194 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Seite 34 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Seite 189 - Typhoean rage more fell Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Seite 82 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain — Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery baptized in tears.
Seite 91 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.