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Side 23
... things below . SOMERVILE . SOMERVILE A wretched soul , bruis'd with adversity , We bid be quiet when we hear it cry ; But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain , As much or more we should ourselves complain . SHAKSPEARE . 23 24 ...
... things below . SOMERVILE . SOMERVILE A wretched soul , bruis'd with adversity , We bid be quiet when we hear it cry ; But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain , As much or more we should ourselves complain . SHAKSPEARE . 23 24 ...
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... things could do ? From the loud roar of foaming calumny , To the small whisper of the as paltry few And subtle venom of the reptile crew ? BYRON'S Childe Harold , A hermit , ' midst of crowds , I fain must stray Alone , tho ' thousand ...
... things could do ? From the loud roar of foaming calumny , To the small whisper of the as paltry few And subtle venom of the reptile crew ? BYRON'S Childe Harold , A hermit , ' midst of crowds , I fain must stray Alone , tho ' thousand ...
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... tears away , If tears those eyes must know ; But sweeter still to hear thee say , Thou never hadst them flow . BULWER MRS . C. H. W. ESLING . How cling we to a thing our hearts have nursed ! AFFECTION . Oh , if there were one gentle eye.
... tears away , If tears those eyes must know ; But sweeter still to hear thee say , Thou never hadst them flow . BULWER MRS . C. H. W. ESLING . How cling we to a thing our hearts have nursed ! AFFECTION . Oh , if there were one gentle eye.
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... thing . CHAPMAN . A fool indeed has great need of a title ; It teaches men to call him Count and Duke , And to forget his proper name of fool . CROWN Titles , the servile courtier's lean reward , Sometimes the pay of virtue , but more ...
... thing . CHAPMAN . A fool indeed has great need of a title ; It teaches men to call him Count and Duke , And to forget his proper name of fool . CROWN Titles , the servile courtier's lean reward , Sometimes the pay of virtue , but more ...
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... things by which mankind are curs'd , Their own bad tempers surely are the worst . COLERIDGE . CUMBERLAND'S Menander And her brow clear'd , but not her troubled eye ; The wind was down , but still the sea ran high . BYRON'S Don Juan ...
... things by which mankind are curs'd , Their own bad tempers surely are the worst . COLERIDGE . CUMBERLAND'S Menander And her brow clear'd , but not her troubled eye ; The wind was down , but still the sea ran high . BYRON'S Don Juan ...
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AARON HILL beauty BEN JONSON bliss blush bosom breast breath bright brow BUTLER'S Hudibras BYRON'S Childe Harold BYRON'S Corsair BYRON'S Don Juan BYRON'S Giaour CARLOS WILCOX CHARLES SPRAGUE charms cheek clouds Comus COWPER COWPER'S Task dark death doth dreams DRYDEN earth Essay on Criticism fair fame fate fear feel FITZ-GREEN HALLECK flowers fools GAY's Fables glory gold grace grief hath heart heaven honour hope hour immortal J. T. WATSON JOANNA BAILLIE life's light live lov'd man's Margaret of Anjou MILTON'S Comus MILTON'S Paradise Lost mind MOORE N. P. WILLIS ne'er never o'er pain Paradise Lost Parisina passion pleasure POPE POPE'S Essay praise SHAKSPEARE shine Siege of Corinth sigh smile soft sorrow soul SPENSER'S Fairy Queen spirit SPRAGUE'S Curiosity sweet tears thee thine things THOMSON'S Seasons thro virtue weep WELBY wind young YOUNG'S Night Thoughts youth
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Side 342 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Side 457 - And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Side 389 - Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite: Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age: Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
Side 85 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door. Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span, Oh ! give relief and heaven will bless your store.
Side 297 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Side 173 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Side 227 - That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their...
Side 420 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...