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... sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick which by thy songs ( Attir'd in sweetness ) sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth's turmoils , spites and wrongs , And lift a reverend eye and thought to Heaven ? Sweet artless ...
... sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick which by thy songs ( Attir'd in sweetness ) sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth's turmoils , spites and wrongs , And lift a reverend eye and thought to Heaven ? Sweet artless ...
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... sense , Johnson replied : " It is not true , sir ; there is more sense in a line of Cowley than in a page of Pope . " He might have enlarged this criticism in his Life of Cowley : other poets may be read ; he is to be studied . The ...
... sense , Johnson replied : " It is not true , sir ; there is more sense in a line of Cowley than in a page of Pope . " He might have enlarged this criticism in his Life of Cowley : other poets may be read ; he is to be studied . The ...
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... sense of the soul's dignity , which makes it her privilege— Through all the years of this our life , to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us , so impress With quietness and beauty , and so feed With ...
... sense of the soul's dignity , which makes it her privilege— Through all the years of this our life , to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us , so impress With quietness and beauty , and so feed With ...
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... the intellectual . For one gift bestowed , another is taken away . The bird of paradise has coarse legs . The eye of the bat is too weak for the gloom it inhabits ; therefore the sense L of touch is quickened ; it sees with its feet.
... the intellectual . For one gift bestowed , another is taken away . The bird of paradise has coarse legs . The eye of the bat is too weak for the gloom it inhabits ; therefore the sense L of touch is quickened ; it sees with its feet.
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... sense of merit which may be recognised even in our parochial snuff - takers , to lift the pinch to his nose . Where have been the eyes of the congregation during these mystic ceremonies ? I shall not presume to conjecture . In truth ...
... sense of merit which may be recognised even in our parochial snuff - takers , to lift the pinch to his nose . Where have been the eyes of the congregation during these mystic ceremonies ? I shall not presume to conjecture . In truth ...
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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.