A Journal of Summer Time in the CountryJohn W. Parker, 1849 - 235 стор. |
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... truth . I remember , with good Arthur Warwick , " that all our pleasures are shadows , thrown by prosperous sunlight along our journey , and ever deceiving and flying us most , when most we follow them . " The vapoury form on the mossy ...
... truth . I remember , with good Arthur Warwick , " that all our pleasures are shadows , thrown by prosperous sunlight along our journey , and ever deceiving and flying us most , when most we follow them . " The vapoury form on the mossy ...
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... truth which were first engraven on man's heart with the finger of God , are now , as the characters of some ancient monument , less clear and legible than at first . " Coleridge , in the third volume of his Literary Remains , observes ...
... truth which were first engraven on man's heart with the finger of God , are now , as the characters of some ancient monument , less clear and legible than at first . " Coleridge , in the third volume of his Literary Remains , observes ...
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... truth and fancy , - the peacock spreads His every coloured glory to the sun , And swims in radiant majesty along . And the description is accurate ; because the long feathers that compose the bird's peculiar embellishment grow up the ...
... truth and fancy , - the peacock spreads His every coloured glory to the sun , And swims in radiant majesty along . And the description is accurate ; because the long feathers that compose the bird's peculiar embellishment grow up the ...
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... truth . The colouring of the painter corresponds with the language of the poet . In the fourth elegy of his third book , he describes himself tossing through a troubled night , until , as the sun rose above the hills , he fell asleep ...
... truth . The colouring of the painter corresponds with the language of the poet . In the fourth elegy of his third book , he describes himself tossing through a troubled night , until , as the sun rose above the hills , he fell asleep ...
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... truth of this critical axiom . His intellectual capacity was impaired by the moral . The statue is imposing , but the pedestal leans . I will add that the late Mr. Green of Ipswich , an acute and well - informed observer , referred with ...
... truth of this critical axiom . His intellectual capacity was impaired by the moral . The statue is imposing , but the pedestal leans . I will add that the late Mr. Green of Ipswich , an acute and well - informed observer , referred with ...
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Сторінка 153 - 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.
Сторінка 28 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower Glistering with dew, fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Сторінка 94 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Сторінка 27 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Сторінка 44 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Сторінка 209 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Сторінка 197 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Сторінка 192 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
Сторінка 175 - Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose : Another side, umbrageous grots and caves Of cool recess, o'er which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant; meanwhile murmuring waters fall Down the slope hills, dispersed, or in a lake, That to the fringed bank with myrtle crown'd Her crystal mirror holds, unite their streams.
Сторінка 21 - My gentle-hearted Charles ! when the last rook Beat its straight path along the dusky air Homewards, I blest it...