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... delight ! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign , And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton train ; Eas'd of her load , Subjection grows more light , And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight ; Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay , Giv ...
... delight ! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign , And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton train ; Eas'd of her load , Subjection grows more light , And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight ; Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay , Giv ...
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... delight , in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way : They were but my visits , but thou art my home . Then finish , dear Chloe , this pastoral war ; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree : For thou art a girl as ...
... delight , in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way : They were but my visits , but thou art my home . Then finish , dear Chloe , this pastoral war ; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree : For thou art a girl as ...
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... delight , She , hollowing clear , directs the wanderer right , — In such a night , when passing clouds give place , Or thinly veil the heaven's mysterious face , When in some river , overhung with green , The waving moon and trembling ...
... delight , She , hollowing clear , directs the wanderer right , — In such a night , when passing clouds give place , Or thinly veil the heaven's mysterious face , When in some river , overhung with green , The waving moon and trembling ...
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... delight in air , Or in a coach and six the British fair , As long as Atalantis shall be read , Or the small pillow grace a lady's bed , VOL . III . While visits shall be paid on solemn days , When ALEXANDER POPE . 81.
... delight in air , Or in a coach and six the British fair , As long as Atalantis shall be read , Or the small pillow grace a lady's bed , VOL . III . While visits shall be paid on solemn days , When ALEXANDER POPE . 81.
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... delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite . Eternal smiles his emptiness betray , As shallow streams run dimpling all the way . Whether in florid impotence he speaks , And , as the prompter breathes , the puppet squeaks ; Or at ...
... delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite . Eternal smiles his emptiness betray , As shallow streams run dimpling all the way . Whether in florid impotence he speaks , And , as the prompter breathes , the puppet squeaks ; Or at ...
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Сторінка 376 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Сторінка 378 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
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Сторінка 375 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Сторінка 373 - ... how often have I blessed the coming day when toil remitting lent its turn to play, and all the village train, from labour free, led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; while many a pastime circled in the shade, the young contending as the old surveyed: and many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, and sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
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Сторінка 332 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
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Сторінка 565 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?