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Page xix
... pleasure . " The budding twigs spread out their fan , To catch the breezy air ; And I must think , do all I can , That there was pleasure there . " Now with all my respect for the good intentions of the Laureate , I cannot help thinking ...
... pleasure . " The budding twigs spread out their fan , To catch the breezy air ; And I must think , do all I can , That there was pleasure there . " Now with all my respect for the good intentions of the Laureate , I cannot help thinking ...
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... PLEASURE - · A TALE IN A GARDEN ATTACHED ΤΟ A PRETTY RETREAT - STANZAS WRITTEN IN THE CHARACTER OF ONE OF MY TWIN DAUGHTERS AWAKE , THOU ART MY BRILLIANT MAID THE NARCISSUS SONG : SHALL I TELL YOU THE JOYS I HAVE KNOWN TO THE SKYLARK ...
... PLEASURE - · A TALE IN A GARDEN ATTACHED ΤΟ A PRETTY RETREAT - STANZAS WRITTEN IN THE CHARACTER OF ONE OF MY TWIN DAUGHTERS AWAKE , THOU ART MY BRILLIANT MAID THE NARCISSUS SONG : SHALL I TELL YOU THE JOYS I HAVE KNOWN TO THE SKYLARK ...
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... pleasures that drop From her liberal hand , unacknowledged in words Of befitting regard for the gayest of birds , The sparrow " upon the house - top . " No colours of delicate tincture belong To his plumage in Summer or Winter , no song ...
... pleasures that drop From her liberal hand , unacknowledged in words Of befitting regard for the gayest of birds , The sparrow " upon the house - top . " No colours of delicate tincture belong To his plumage in Summer or Winter , no song ...
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... fervid blaze ; And soon , with all the mingled throng That revel in debasing crime , Be found eternally among The wrecks of antecedent time . PAIN AND PLEASURE . WHEN to the angry storms of G 3 85 A NOONTIDE REFLECTION.
... fervid blaze ; And soon , with all the mingled throng That revel in debasing crime , Be found eternally among The wrecks of antecedent time . PAIN AND PLEASURE . WHEN to the angry storms of G 3 85 A NOONTIDE REFLECTION.
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... morn appear , And visions rack the tortured sight No longer with imposing fear , - We rise forgetful of the smart That reached the uncomplaining heart . When pain forsakes his wonted grasp To rankle in some 86 PAIN AND PLEASURE.
... morn appear , And visions rack the tortured sight No longer with imposing fear , - We rise forgetful of the smart That reached the uncomplaining heart . When pain forsakes his wonted grasp To rankle in some 86 PAIN AND PLEASURE.
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Page 334 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Page 307 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page xix - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page ix - I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy; The pleasant season did my heart employ: My old remembrances went from me wholly; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.
Page 339 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Page xix - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Page 20 - When he uttereth his Voice there is a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth ; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures.
Page 190 - Padre del Ciel , dopo i perduti giorni , Dopo le notti vaneggiando spese' Con quel fero desio ch'al cor s'accese Mirando gli atti per mio mal sì adorni; Piacciati omai , col tuo lume ch'io torni Ad altra vita, ed a più belle imprese; Sì , ch...
Page 337 - She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing — You hear it now, if e'er you can. The...
Page 335 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Joy and jollity be with us both!