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... spring - time flowers . Taming of the Shrew . 22 In glowing youth , when Nature bids be gay , And every joy of life before you lay , By honour prompted , and by pride restrain❜d , The pleasures of the young your soul disdain'd ...
... spring - time flowers . Taming of the Shrew . 22 In glowing youth , when Nature bids be gay , And every joy of life before you lay , By honour prompted , and by pride restrain❜d , The pleasures of the young your soul disdain'd ...
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... spring - time flowers . Taming of the Shrew . 22 In glowing youth , when Nature bids be gay , And every joy of life before you lay , By honour prompted , and by pride restrain'd , The pleasures of the young your soul disdain'd ; Sermons ...
... spring - time flowers . Taming of the Shrew . 22 In glowing youth , when Nature bids be gay , And every joy of life before you lay , By honour prompted , and by pride restrain'd , The pleasures of the young your soul disdain'd ; Sermons ...
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... spring . He was a page Six summers in his earlier age . Chaucer . T. H. Bayly . Byron . 43 His eyes diffuse a venerable grace , 44 And charity itself is in his face ; Of sixty years he seems : and well may last To sixty more , unless he ...
... spring . He was a page Six summers in his earlier age . Chaucer . T. H. Bayly . Byron . 43 His eyes diffuse a venerable grace , 44 And charity itself is in his face ; Of sixty years he seems : and well may last To sixty more , unless he ...
Side 52
... spring . 15 He's not so old as you imagined : he's yet But fourscore years . 16 Since he was here before " Tis six - and - thirty years at least , And now he is fourscore . James Cobb . Pilon . Eliza Cook . Milton . Samuel Johnson . Dr ...
... spring . 15 He's not so old as you imagined : he's yet But fourscore years . 16 Since he was here before " Tis six - and - thirty years at least , And now he is fourscore . James Cobb . Pilon . Eliza Cook . Milton . Samuel Johnson . Dr ...
Side 55
... spring , His voice is as a trumpé thundering . 108 In his three - and - twentieth year ; Graceful and active as a stag just roused ; Gentle withal , and pleasant in his speech , Yet seldom seen to smile . Chaucer . Rogers . VI . SHALL I ...
... spring , His voice is as a trumpé thundering . 108 In his three - and - twentieth year ; Graceful and active as a stag just roused ; Gentle withal , and pleasant in his speech , Yet seldom seen to smile . Chaucer . Rogers . VI . SHALL I ...
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Abdy Alex Allan Ramsay Anna Seward Anon Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson bloom blue blush breath bright brow Byron charms Chaucer cheek cheerful Coleridge Cowley Cowper Crabbe dark doth Dr Syntax Dryden dwelling Eliza Cook eyes face fair feeling flowers fond forehead gentle GENTLEMAN Gentlemen of Verona girl grace green hair hath heaven Hogg hope Ingoldsby Ingoldsby Legends Isaac Bickerstaff Jonson LADY light lips live look love's M. F. Tupper maid meek mild mind Moore morn N. P. Willis ne'er never o'er pale peace Pope pride proud R. H. Barham rich rose round Samuel Foote Scott Shakspeare Sheridan Knowles shine sigh smile soft soul Southey Spenser spring summer sweet T. H. Bayly tall tender Tennyson thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thy heart wild wise woman Wordsworth young youth
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Side 88 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. « Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Side 196 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw...
Side 12 - That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : One, whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony...
Side 93 - I saw her upon nearer view A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Side 67 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way : thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries ' Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Side 165 - Methought I heard a voice cry " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Side 186 - Lo ! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty ; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
Side 175 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Side 184 - And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree.
Side 84 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.