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... never talk'd of love . " In humble , simplest habit clad , No wealth nor power had he : Wisdom and worth were all he had , 115 But these were all to me . " The blossom opening to the day , The dews of heaven refined , Could naught of ...
... never talk'd of love . " In humble , simplest habit clad , No wealth nor power had he : Wisdom and worth were all he had , 115 But these were all to me . " The blossom opening to the day , The dews of heaven refined , Could naught of ...
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... never , never part , My life - my all that's mine ? " No , never from this hour to part , We ' ll live and love so true , The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too . " GOLDSMITH . 155 Whose only wish on earth ...
... never , never part , My life - my all that's mine ? " No , never from this hour to part , We ' ll live and love so true , The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too . " GOLDSMITH . 155 Whose only wish on earth ...
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... never Held her empire o'er my brain ; Henry fled : with him for ever Fled the wits of Crazy Jane . Now forlorn and broken - hearted , And with phrenzied thoughts beset , On that spot where last we parted , On that spot where first we ...
... never Held her empire o'er my brain ; Henry fled : with him for ever Fled the wits of Crazy Jane . Now forlorn and broken - hearted , And with phrenzied thoughts beset , On that spot where last we parted , On that spot where first we ...
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... never lived beneath the sun ! A lizard's body , lean and long , A fish's head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot , with triple claw disjoin'd ; And , what a length of tail behind ! How slow its space ! and then its hue ! Who ever saw so ...
... never lived beneath the sun ! A lizard's body , lean and long , A fish's head , a serpent's tongue , Its foot , with triple claw disjoin'd ; And , what a length of tail behind ! How slow its space ! and then its hue ! Who ever saw so ...
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... Never hear the sweet music of speech , - I start at the sound of my own . The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man , — 15 Their tameness is shocking to me . Society ...
... Never hear the sweet music of speech , - I start at the sound of my own . The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man , — 15 Their tameness is shocking to me . Society ...
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Side 106 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Side 143 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Side 144 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Side 53 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Side 256 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Side 75 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Side 232 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Side 141 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Side 256 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Side 109 - Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With...