The English Poets: Addison to BlakeMacmillan and Company, 1889 |
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... mind to seek Something too high for syllables to speak ; Till the free soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed , O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in the inferior world , and thinks it like her ...
... mind to seek Something too high for syllables to speak ; Till the free soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the elements of rage disarmed , O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in the inferior world , and thinks it like her ...
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... mind . This said , she plucks in Heaven's high bowers A sprig of amaranthine flowers . In nectar thrice infuses bays , Three times refined in Titan's rays ; Then calls the Graces to her aid , And sprinkles thrice the newborn maid : From ...
... mind . This said , she plucks in Heaven's high bowers A sprig of amaranthine flowers . In nectar thrice infuses bays , Three times refined in Titan's rays ; Then calls the Graces to her aid , And sprinkles thrice the newborn maid : From ...
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... mind , to enlarge his view of the world , to store up knowledge - these were things unknown to him . Any ideas , any thoughts , such as custom , chance , society or sect may suggest , are good enough , but each idea must be turned over ...
... mind , to enlarge his view of the world , to store up knowledge - these were things unknown to him . Any ideas , any thoughts , such as custom , chance , society or sect may suggest , are good enough , but each idea must be turned over ...
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... mind . As shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit . For works may have more wit than does ' em good , As bodies perish through excess of blood . Others for Language all their care express ...
... mind . As shades more sweetly recommend the light , So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit . For works may have more wit than does ' em good , As bodies perish through excess of blood . Others for Language all their care express ...
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... mind , Sudden he view'd , in spite of all her art , An earthly lover lurking at her heart . Amaz'd , confus'd , he found his pow'r expir'd , Resign'd to fate , and with a sigh retir'd . The peer now spreads the glitt'ring forfex wide ...
... mind , Sudden he view'd , in spite of all her art , An earthly lover lurking at her heart . Amaz'd , confus'd , he found his pow'r expir'd , Resign'd to fate , and with a sigh retir'd . The peer now spreads the glitt'ring forfex wide ...
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Página 604 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Página 375 - Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruined grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share...
Página 478 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Página 561 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 479 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! It answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu l But was it such ? — It was.
Página 534 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Página 562 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; . For dear to me, as light and life, \ Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow, and locked embrace, Our parting was fu...
Página 536 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Página 474 - It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes.
Página 381 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.