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Pagina 4
... look , love , what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out , and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops . To recommend Shakspeare by quotations , would be a task as endless ...
... look , love , what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out , and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops . To recommend Shakspeare by quotations , would be a task as endless ...
Pagina 26
... look Of lukewarm eye , peruse this sacred book . Here nature's language , free from studied art , Appeals , resistless , to each feeling heart ; Bids it , with firmness , meet th ' impending shock Of hostile arms ; or calmly view the ...
... look Of lukewarm eye , peruse this sacred book . Here nature's language , free from studied art , Appeals , resistless , to each feeling heart ; Bids it , with firmness , meet th ' impending shock Of hostile arms ; or calmly view the ...
Pagina 44
... look , I slowly left my father's cordial grasp , to receive my mother's parting kiss . I turned to my brothers : grief was depicted on their faces , and , with hesitating lips , they bade adieu to one , whose happiness is to share their ...
... look , I slowly left my father's cordial grasp , to receive my mother's parting kiss . I turned to my brothers : grief was depicted on their faces , and , with hesitating lips , they bade adieu to one , whose happiness is to share their ...
Pagina 68
... look around us in those circles which fall under our more immediate observation , do we not every where discover the artful deceiver ? The political duplicity of the wily statesman , the assumed righteousness of the Pharisaical ...
... look around us in those circles which fall under our more immediate observation , do we not every where discover the artful deceiver ? The political duplicity of the wily statesman , the assumed righteousness of the Pharisaical ...
Pagina 70
... in funereal gloom Majestic rises , is my father's tomb ; No flatt'ring records mark the sacred spot , One line declares he was , and he is not . We know , with smile serene he look'd on death 70 HORE SARISBURIENSES . A Fragment.
... in funereal gloom Majestic rises , is my father's tomb ; No flatt'ring records mark the sacred spot , One line declares he was , and he is not . We know , with smile serene he look'd on death 70 HORE SARISBURIENSES . A Fragment.
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Adelaide adieu admiration Almack's Amyntor arms AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM beauty bewitching blest bliss bosom breast bright brow Carthage Charles Dashwood charm Committee cricket Darlington dear death delight e'en e'er Editors elected ev'ry exclaimed fair fair lady fair sex fame farewell fate fear feel forget fortune friendship gentleman Giaour glorious grief hand happiness hear heard heart heav'n honor hope Hora Sarisburienses Horæ hour Kenyon ladies Latham leave look Lord Lord Ruthven lov'd meeting mind misery mortal Mytton ne'er never o'er Palmer paper pass perusal pleasure pow'r praise pray'r quadrille Reginald regret rose sacred scenes schoolfellows seem'd Seymour sigh smile song soon sorrow soul spot stanzas sweet tear tell thanks thee thine thou art thought tion Twas Utopia vex'd vote Wentworth whilst wish word young youth
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Pagina 60 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Pagina 61 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Pagina 4 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pagina 199 - Had I but served God as diligently as I have served the king, He would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Pagina 292 - He faded, and so calm and meek So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind...
Pagina 124 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Pagina 60 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Pagina 195 - Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair Was seen beneath the sun ; but nought was seen More beautiful, or excellent, or fair, Than face of faithful friend, fairest when seen In darkest day ; and many sounds were sweet, Most ravishing, and pleasant to the ear ; But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend, Sweet always, sweetest, heard in loudest storm.
Pagina 332 - WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Pagina 124 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize: A better would you fix?