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... ne'er crown autumn's hours with perfect fruit : Spare but the buds of infant genius now , A wreath of bays may yet surround our brow . We are , Your grateful servants , THE EDITORS . CONTENTS . No. I. PAGE Notification by Kenyon .. Nil ...
... ne'er crown autumn's hours with perfect fruit : Spare but the buds of infant genius now , A wreath of bays may yet surround our brow . We are , Your grateful servants , THE EDITORS . CONTENTS . No. I. PAGE Notification by Kenyon .. Nil ...
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... er my dear mother's tomb ; Here I have often heav'd a sigh , Here wip'd the tear - drop from mine eye , For her ... ne'er will be forgot . " DEVONIENSIS . " REFLECTIONS ON GREECE . Clime of the unforgotten brave , HORE SARISBURIENSES ...
... er my dear mother's tomb ; Here I have often heav'd a sigh , Here wip'd the tear - drop from mine eye , For her ... ne'er will be forgot . " DEVONIENSIS . " REFLECTIONS ON GREECE . Clime of the unforgotten brave , HORE SARISBURIENSES ...
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... Ne'er saw him from that time ; And now I end , my jaded muse Won't write another rhyme . W. P. D. DIFFICILE EST SATIRAM NON SCRIBERE.— JUVENAL . Why should men HORE SARISBURIENSES . 21.
... Ne'er saw him from that time ; And now I end , my jaded muse Won't write another rhyme . W. P. D. DIFFICILE EST SATIRAM NON SCRIBERE.— JUVENAL . Why should men HORE SARISBURIENSES . 21.
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... er perchance thou art , revere The spirit - stirring verse recorded here . Awake ! be firm ! nor let th ' indiff ... ( ne'er sure was better cause ) In Britain's commerce , and old England's cause : Oh ! art thou proud of her immortal name ...
... er perchance thou art , revere The spirit - stirring verse recorded here . Awake ! be firm ! nor let th ' indiff ... ( ne'er sure was better cause ) In Britain's commerce , and old England's cause : Oh ! art thou proud of her immortal name ...
Pagina 64
... ne'er be forgot , How great were the solace of this anxious heart , How honor'd , how happy , how welcome my lot . THE ISRAELITES ' PRAYER ON THE EVE OF BATTLE . Hear me , thou God , who reign'st on high , Cloth'd in immortal majesty ...
... ne'er be forgot , How great were the solace of this anxious heart , How honor'd , how happy , how welcome my lot . THE ISRAELITES ' PRAYER ON THE EVE OF BATTLE . Hear me , thou God , who reign'st on high , Cloth'd in immortal majesty ...
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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?