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... delight Seems so to be desired , perhaps I might.- But no - what here we call our life is such , So little to be loved , and thou so much , That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again . Thou , as a ...
... delight Seems so to be desired , perhaps I might.- But no - what here we call our life is such , So little to be loved , and thou so much , That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again . Thou , as a ...
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... delight in ; " Penn , like Plato and Fenelon , maintained the doctrine so terrible to despots , that God is to be loved for his own sake , and virtue practised for its intrinsic loveliness . Locke derives the idea of infinity from the ...
... delight in ; " Penn , like Plato and Fenelon , maintained the doctrine so terrible to despots , that God is to be loved for his own sake , and virtue practised for its intrinsic loveliness . Locke derives the idea of infinity from the ...
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... delight of his boyhood , and made him an early poet . He was educated at Westminster School , and at Trinity College , Cambridge ; and having adhered to the royal cause , left his country for ten years . At the Restoration he obtained a ...
... delight of his boyhood , and made him an early poet . He was educated at Westminster School , and at Trinity College , Cambridge ; and having adhered to the royal cause , left his country for ten years . At the Restoration he obtained a ...
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... delight is far from going to the heart ; as no man's malice towards an excellent musician can keep his ear from being pleased with his music . No man can ask how or why men came to be delighted with peace , but he who is without natural ...
... delight is far from going to the heart ; as no man's malice towards an excellent musician can keep his ear from being pleased with his music . No man can ask how or why men came to be delighted with peace , but he who is without natural ...
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... delight in war , have large mansions provided for them in that region of faction and disagreement ; so we may presume , that they who set their hearts upon peace in this world , and labour to promote it in their several stations amongst ...
... delight in war , have large mansions provided for them in that region of faction and disagreement ; so we may presume , that they who set their hearts upon peace in this world , and labour to promote it in their several stations amongst ...
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Сторінка 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Сторінка 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Сторінка 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Сторінка 31 - 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 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Сторінка 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Сторінка 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Сторінка 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Сторінка 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.