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... numbers , nothings , prose , and rhyme ; Beauties in thee unnumber'd be as Thy arithmetical ideas . To every charm thou add'st a power , Subtracting grace B 2 HORE SARISBURIENSES . 5 Stanzas on the Death of General Wolfe Ode to Walkingame.
... numbers , nothings , prose , and rhyme ; Beauties in thee unnumber'd be as Thy arithmetical ideas . To every charm thou add'st a power , Subtracting grace B 2 HORE SARISBURIENSES . 5 Stanzas on the Death of General Wolfe Ode to Walkingame.
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To every charm thou add'st a power , Subtracting grace from every flower , Thy charms thou dost so multiply , That countless beauties meet our eye . O book of complex questions queer , And answers too , not very clear ; Of drachm , of ...
To every charm thou add'st a power , Subtracting grace from every flower , Thy charms thou dost so multiply , That countless beauties meet our eye . O book of complex questions queer , And answers too , not very clear ; Of drachm , of ...
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... thou here behold'st him prostrate now : Thou seest the mighty fall'n - the great laid low . His pomp no more , behold his life - a span ! Pride , wealth , and glory gone , -what's left ? —a man ! Or , change the scene : a beggar here ...
... thou here behold'st him prostrate now : Thou seest the mighty fall'n - the great laid low . His pomp no more , behold his life - a span ! Pride , wealth , and glory gone , -what's left ? —a man ! Or , change the scene : a beggar here ...
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... thou art but weak and powerless , when opposed to her infallible decrees . How canst thou claim the maid , thou that art the hereditary foe of her house ? It was but yesterday sevennight that the noble Lord Ruthven consigned his ...
... thou art but weak and powerless , when opposed to her infallible decrees . How canst thou claim the maid , thou that art the hereditary foe of her house ? It was but yesterday sevennight that the noble Lord Ruthven consigned his ...
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... thou , sweet mistress of the vocal lyre— Oh ! hear my suppliant prayer ; inspire my breast , Descend in rich bedecking fancy drest , Sing the ice - clad land , drear Laponia's clime , Where Nature wild , yet awfully sublime , Unfetter'd ...
... thou , sweet mistress of the vocal lyre— Oh ! hear my suppliant prayer ; inspire my breast , Descend in rich bedecking fancy drest , Sing the ice - clad land , drear Laponia's clime , Where Nature wild , yet awfully sublime , Unfetter'd ...
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 61 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 292 - He faded, and so calm and meek So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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?