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... sweet south or the blustering northwester , was a gentle zephyr . " The versifiers who took Pope for their model were like the artists who illustrated his poems by carrying the system out to all its consequences . In one of the early ...
... sweet south or the blustering northwester , was a gentle zephyr . " The versifiers who took Pope for their model were like the artists who illustrated his poems by carrying the system out to all its consequences . In one of the early ...
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... sweet music which rises up to the imagina- tion when reading poetry to our silent selves , catching the flow of the verse and beautiful sounds , though in silence as still as a midnight thought . Unless poetry beat stoutly and rattled ...
... sweet music which rises up to the imagina- tion when reading poetry to our silent selves , catching the flow of the verse and beautiful sounds , though in silence as still as a midnight thought . Unless poetry beat stoutly and rattled ...
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... sweet , The bonnie Lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet , Wi ' spreckled breast , When upward - springing , blithe , to greet The purpling East . " Cauld blew the bitter - biting North Upon thy early , humble birth ...
... sweet , The bonnie Lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet , Wi ' spreckled breast , When upward - springing , blithe , to greet The purpling East . " Cauld blew the bitter - biting North Upon thy early , humble birth ...
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... Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed , And guileless trust , Till she , like thee , all soiled , is laid Low i ' the dust . " Such is the fate of simple bard , On life's rough ocean luckless starred ...
... Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed , And guileless trust , Till she , like thee , all soiled , is laid Low i ' the dust . " Such is the fate of simple bard , On life's rough ocean luckless starred ...
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... sweet , How mony lengthened sage advices , The husband frae the wife despises ! " The convivial exultation of the reprobate and his cronies , set forth in two lines , the most vivid that revelry was ever told in : - Kings may be blest ...
... sweet , How mony lengthened sage advices , The husband frae the wife despises ! " The convivial exultation of the reprobate and his cronies , set forth in two lines , the most vivid that revelry was ever told in : - Kings may be blest ...
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Page 123 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 262 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 118 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Page 120 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 260 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 195 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 115 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Page 33 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 113 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 264 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.