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... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to it's topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has it's charms , Though each it's hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray , the willow such , And poplar ...
... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to it's topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has it's charms , Though each it's hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray , the willow such , And poplar ...
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... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
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... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art , ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here , and left as ...
... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art , ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here , and left as ...
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... lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown , With all the cunning of an envious shrew . And let that pass - ' twas but a trick of state ! A brave man knows no ...
... lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown , With all the cunning of an envious shrew . And let that pass - ' twas but a trick of state ! A brave man knows no ...
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... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels th ' anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such , the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels th ' anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such , the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast breath call'd cause charms creature dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry ev'ry night fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human labour learn'd less liberty life's live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure plebeian polish'd pow'r praise proud Puss quake rapture rest rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine sigh silent clock skies sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas Virg virtue walnut shade waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Страница 33 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart. It does not feel for man; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own; and having pow'r T' enforce the wrong for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
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Страница 277 - Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes ; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may ; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in Heaven, though little noticed here.
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Страница 107 - Made vocal for the amusement of the rest ; The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out ; And the clear voice, symphonious, yet distinct, And in the charming strife triumphant still, Beguile the night, and set a keener edge On female industry : the threaded steel Flies swiftly, and unfelt the task proceeds.