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... POPE 55 SANCROFT IN RETIREMENT 61 GIRL ASLEEP 65 CONWAY CASTLE AND RIVER 71 SWANS ON THE LAKE 83 GARE - LOCH IN A STORM 89 HILL - SIDE , WITH CATTLE 93 CHILDREN IN THE CORNFIELD 97 RAINBOW OVER THE CHURCHYARD 103 TINTERN ABBEY 109 PAGE ...
... POPE 55 SANCROFT IN RETIREMENT 61 GIRL ASLEEP 65 CONWAY CASTLE AND RIVER 71 SWANS ON THE LAKE 83 GARE - LOCH IN A STORM 89 HILL - SIDE , WITH CATTLE 93 CHILDREN IN THE CORNFIELD 97 RAINBOW OVER THE CHURCHYARD 103 TINTERN ABBEY 109 PAGE ...
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... Pope in his epistle to Jervas : How oft in pleasing tasks we wear the day , While summer suns roll unperceived away . MAY 1ST . AT length , the " fair enjewell'd May " is " blown out of April ; " there is something of " a vernal tone ...
... Pope in his epistle to Jervas : How oft in pleasing tasks we wear the day , While summer suns roll unperceived away . MAY 1ST . AT length , the " fair enjewell'd May " is " blown out of April ; " there is something of " a vernal tone ...
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... Pope : - Man never is , but always to be blest . This disposition is admirable when its aim is improvement ; when we look to coming days with a hope of growing better in C them . The remembrance of the succession of one thing.
... Pope : - Man never is , but always to be blest . This disposition is admirable when its aim is improvement ; when we look to coming days with a hope of growing better in C them . The remembrance of the succession of one thing.
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... Pope paints the bird to a feather : his eye was keen , With sweetness mixed . In russet brown bedight , As is his sister of the copses green . Can this be the nightingale which I heard singing on the same hawthorn in last May and June ...
... Pope paints the bird to a feather : his eye was keen , With sweetness mixed . In russet brown bedight , As is his sister of the copses green . Can this be the nightingale which I heard singing on the same hawthorn in last May and June ...
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... mounted so soon ; but I would have you varnish and glaze it at your leisure , and polish the sticks as much as you can . " This was Pope's advice ELOQUENCE OF FOX . 37 to Gay , which he 36 SUMMER TIME IN THE COUNTRY .
... mounted so soon ; but I would have you varnish and glaze it at your leisure , and polish the sticks as much as you can . " This was Pope's advice ELOQUENCE OF FOX . 37 to Gay , which he 36 SUMMER TIME IN THE COUNTRY .
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Сторінка 144 - 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 212 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Сторінка 50 - If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away...
Сторінка 180 - 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 47 - 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 194 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and showed 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 34 - 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 189 - Typhoean rage more fell Rend up both rocks and hills, and ride the air In whirlwind; hell scarce holds the wild uproar.
Сторінка 82 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain — Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery baptized in tears.
Сторінка 91 - 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.