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... teach . Mean you to prophesy , or but to preach ? B. I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts , and can command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate'er the theme , that others never feel ...
... teach . Mean you to prophesy , or but to preach ? B. I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts , and can command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate'er the theme , that others never feel ...
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... : Language , above all teaching , or , if taught , Only by gratitude and glowing thought , Elegant as simplicity , and warm As ecstacy , unmanacl'd by form ; Not prompted , as in our degen'rate days , By 16 TABLE TALK .
... : Language , above all teaching , or , if taught , Only by gratitude and glowing thought , Elegant as simplicity , and warm As ecstacy , unmanacl'd by form ; Not prompted , as in our degen'rate days , By 16 TABLE TALK .
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... teach . Not all , whose eloquence the fancy fills , Musical as the chime of tinkling rills , Weak to perform , though mighty to pretend , Can trace her mazy windings to their end ; Discern the fraud beneath the specious lure , Prevent ...
... teach . Not all , whose eloquence the fancy fills , Musical as the chime of tinkling rills , Weak to perform , though mighty to pretend , Can trace her mazy windings to their end ; Discern the fraud beneath the specious lure , Prevent ...
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... teach her , inexperienced yet and green , To scribble as you scribbl'd at fifteen ; Who , kindling a combustion of desire , With some cold moral think to quench the fire ; Though all your engineering proves in vain , The dribbling ...
... teach her , inexperienced yet and green , To scribble as you scribbl'd at fifteen ; Who , kindling a combustion of desire , With some cold moral think to quench the fire ; Though all your engineering proves in vain , The dribbling ...
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... Teach him to fence and figure twice a - week ; And having done , we think the best we can , Praise his proficiency , and dub him man . From school to Cam or Isis , and thence home ; And thence with all convenient speed to Rome , With ...
... Teach him to fence and figure twice a - week ; And having done , we think the best we can , Praise his proficiency , and dub him man . From school to Cam or Isis , and thence home ; And thence with all convenient speed to Rome , With ...
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Page 377 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Page 335 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Page 408 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Page 398 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Page 334 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 398 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 340 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how) He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes ; But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one IF or BUT — That, whenever the Nose put...
Page 193 - Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Page 400 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, "While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Page 400 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.