Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1921 |
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... face of nature gay , Giv'st beauty to the sun and pleasure to the day . Thee , goddess , thee Britannia's isle adores : How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy presence sought , Nor thinks the mighty ...
... face of nature gay , Giv'st beauty to the sun and pleasure to the day . Thee , goddess , thee Britannia's isle adores : How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy presence sought , Nor thinks the mighty ...
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... face ! Thy cheek all on fire , and thy hair all uncurled : Pr'ythee quit this caprice ; and ( as old Falstaff says ) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world . How can'st thou presume , thou hast leave to destroy The beauties ...
... face ! Thy cheek all on fire , and thy hair all uncurled : Pr'ythee quit this caprice ; and ( as old Falstaff says ) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world . How can'st thou presume , thou hast leave to destroy The beauties ...
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... face , When in some river , overhung with green , The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen , When freshened grass now bears itself upright , And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite , Whence spring the woodbind and the bramble ...
... face , When in some river , overhung with green , The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen , When freshened grass now bears itself upright , And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite , Whence spring the woodbind and the bramble ...
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... face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And pleasure we resign for short and nauseous ease . VOL . III ...
... face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And pleasure we resign for short and nauseous ease . VOL . III ...
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... face , Then martyrs to our spite . You of one Orpheus sure have read , Who would like you have writ , Had he in London town been bred , And polished , too , his wit ; But he , poor soul , thought all was well , And great should be his ...
... face , Then martyrs to our spite . You of one Orpheus sure have read , Who would like you have writ , Had he in London town been bred , And polished , too , his wit ; But he , poor soul , thought all was well , And great should be his ...
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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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