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... Sweet murmuring ; methought the shrill - tongued thrush Mended his song of love ; the sooty black - bird ' Mellow'd his pipe , and softened every note : The eglantine smell'd sweeter , and the rose Assum'd a dye more deep . BLAIR . It ...
... Sweet murmuring ; methought the shrill - tongued thrush Mended his song of love ; the sooty black - bird ' Mellow'd his pipe , and softened every note : The eglantine smell'd sweeter , and the rose Assum'd a dye more deep . BLAIR . It ...
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... sweet time When first I heard their soothing chime . ' TO THE EDITOR , W. MOORE . SIR , I have often observed , with no small degree of surprize , that on no occasion of public rejoicing and festivity , do the bells of St. Ann's Church ...
... sweet time When first I heard their soothing chime . ' TO THE EDITOR , W. MOORE . SIR , I have often observed , with no small degree of surprize , that on no occasion of public rejoicing and festivity , do the bells of St. Ann's Church ...
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... sweet in my uncertainty I would not change for your Chaldean lore ; Besides , I know of these all clay can know ; Of aught above it , or below it - nothing . I see their brilliancy and feel their beauty- When they shine on my grave I ...
... sweet in my uncertainty I would not change for your Chaldean lore ; Besides , I know of these all clay can know ; Of aught above it , or below it - nothing . I see their brilliancy and feel their beauty- When they shine on my grave I ...
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... sweet that tell o ' love An ' a ' my cares beguile . Oh there's , & c . Though frien'ship's voice soun's in my ears , It has na half the charm That sweetens every word o ' her's , Sae couthy an ' sae warm . Oh there's , & c . Then let ...
... sweet that tell o ' love An ' a ' my cares beguile . Oh there's , & c . Though frien'ship's voice soun's in my ears , It has na half the charm That sweetens every word o ' her's , Sae couthy an ' sae warm . Oh there's , & c . Then let ...
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... sweet to me , at that moment , as the first glimpse of the shores of America , to the eye of Columbus ; -as sweet as the sight of land to the tempest - tossed mari- ner . Hope , so long dead , was now re - awakened in my bosom , my ...
... sweet to me , at that moment , as the first glimpse of the shores of America , to the eye of Columbus ; -as sweet as the sight of land to the tempest - tossed mari- ner . Hope , so long dead , was now re - awakened in my bosom , my ...
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Сторінка 56 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Сторінка 74 - I will not undertake to maintain, against the concurrent and unvaried testimony of all ages, and of all nations. There is no people, rude or learned, among whom apparitions of the dead are not related and believed. This opinion, which prevails, as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth...
Сторінка 122 - There he stood, pointing me out with his dusky finger to the mob, and to a poor woman (I suppose his mother) in particular, till the tears for the exquisiteness of the fun (so he thought it) worked themselves out at the corners of his poor red eyes, red from many a previous weeping, and soot-inflamed...
Сторінка 118 - A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Сторінка 118 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Сторінка 123 - ... wine, naming the brewer, and protesting, if it were not good, he should lose their custom ; with a special recommendation to wipe the lip before drinking. Then we had our toasts — "the King...
Сторінка 122 - ... of a gentleman might endure it, to have remained his butt and his mockery till midnight. I am by theory obdurate to the seductiveness of what are called a fine set of teeth. Every pair of rosy lips (the ladies must pardon me) is a casket presumably holding such jewels ; but, methinks, they should take leave to " air " them as frugally as possible.
Сторінка 68 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Сторінка 92 - CHLOE'S eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell — The spring of Sensibility ! Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine. Benign restorer of the soul ! Who ever...
Сторінка 92 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.