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... Leaving the glowing charms we see , To wooing winds , and glances free : While airs which fanning feathers make , To waves the slumbering tresses wake ; And looks , meant for the desk , may stray And light on you along their way . ' Tis ...
... Leaving the glowing charms we see , To wooing winds , and glances free : While airs which fanning feathers make , To waves the slumbering tresses wake ; And looks , meant for the desk , may stray And light on you along their way . ' Tis ...
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... leaves by pattering rain , At times by voice of thunder drowned , When his tremendous bass rings round . So close we ... leave the pain . A pleasant life , to roam at will On Beauty's walks attendant still , Safe from all rubs that ...
... leaves by pattering rain , At times by voice of thunder drowned , When his tremendous bass rings round . So close we ... leave the pain . A pleasant life , to roam at will On Beauty's walks attendant still , Safe from all rubs that ...
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... leave them at the door , But enter Peril's courts no more . August 30 . FOOL ! madman ! thus to venture nigh The whirlpool of her dangerous eye : I reached the door : herself was there ; Herself , with smiles all radiant fair : She bade ...
... leave them at the door , But enter Peril's courts no more . August 30 . FOOL ! madman ! thus to venture nigh The whirlpool of her dangerous eye : I reached the door : herself was there ; Herself , with smiles all radiant fair : She bade ...
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... Leaving us helpless there alone . [ gone ! She sat upon the islet's crown , Myself reclining farther down . Oh ! bright Romance , whose glass of rose A bloom on rudest objects throws , And kindles even in skies most fair , A gleam of ...
... Leaving us helpless there alone . [ gone ! She sat upon the islet's crown , Myself reclining farther down . Oh ! bright Romance , whose glass of rose A bloom on rudest objects throws , And kindles even in skies most fair , A gleam of ...
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... leave the plea- sant hills and valleys of New - England , to seek for richer soils in the flat prairies of the West . • ' I know it is very fine , ' said John , whose taste for the sublime and beautiful was not fully matured , but for ...
... leave the plea- sant hills and valleys of New - England , to seek for richer soils in the flat prairies of the West . • ' I know it is very fine , ' said John , whose taste for the sublime and beautiful was not fully matured , but for ...
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Страница 419 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Страница 419 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Страница 443 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Страница 335 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Страница 444 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Страница 419 - Week in. week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Страница 444 - Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
Страница 443 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Страница 419 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Страница 333 - In such a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. In such a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love To come again to Carthage.