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... branch , and permanent his green ? Wanting the sun why does the caltha fade ? Why does the cypress flourish in the shade ? The fig and date , why love they to remain In middle station and an even plain , Whilst in the lower marsh the ...
... branch , and permanent his green ? Wanting the sun why does the caltha fade ? Why does the cypress flourish in the shade ? The fig and date , why love they to remain In middle station and an even plain , Whilst in the lower marsh the ...
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... branches on his forehead rise : The spreading oak , the beech , and tow'ring pine , Glaz'd over , in the freezing æther shine . The False Greatness . > The frighted birds the rattling branches The Frozen Shower.
... branches on his forehead rise : The spreading oak , the beech , and tow'ring pine , Glaz'd over , in the freezing æther shine . The False Greatness . > The frighted birds the rattling branches The Frozen Shower.
Сторінка 31
Poetry Lucy Aikin. False Greatness . > The frighted birds the rattling branches shun , Which wave and glitter in the distant sun . Then , if a sudden gust of wind arise , The brittle forest into atoms flies , 31 The crackling wood ...
Poetry Lucy Aikin. False Greatness . > The frighted birds the rattling branches shun , Which wave and glitter in the distant sun . Then , if a sudden gust of wind arise , The brittle forest into atoms flies , 31 The crackling wood ...
Сторінка 37
... branches held his antlers fast . A clown , who saw the captive hung , Across his horns the halter slung . Now safely hamper'd in the cord , He bore the present to his lord . His lord was pleased , as was the clown When he was tipp'd ...
... branches held his antlers fast . A clown , who saw the captive hung , Across his horns the halter slung . Now safely hamper'd in the cord , He bore the present to his lord . His lord was pleased , as was the clown When he was tipp'd ...
Сторінка 61
... branch the balmy flow'rets rise , On every bough the golden fruits are seen ; With odours sweet it fills the smiling skies But , in the midst of all its blooming pride , A sudden blast from Apenninus blows , Cold with perpetual snows ...
... branch the balmy flow'rets rise , On every bough the golden fruits are seen ; With odours sweet it fills the smiling skies But , in the midst of all its blooming pride , A sudden blast from Apenninus blows , Cold with perpetual snows ...
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æther Alps beneath birds blessings bloom bosom breast breath breeze bright bursts busy busy Bee cheerful clouds cold courser crown'd delight dewy distant DRYDEN DRYDEN'S VIRGIL earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes father William flocks flood flower fragrant gale glory golden GRAMPUS green ground groves hare Hare and Tortoise heart Heaven hills Hippopotamus horns huntsman hyæna kiss of love lark light limbs lonely marmot mead mighty heart morn mountains murmur night o'er Orphan Boy painted banks pass'd Piedmontese pine-apples plain POPE'S HOMER pride Propontis rage rise roar rocks roll rubies rich sails shade shepherd shining shore shower silver pheasant sings skies sleep smiling snow song sound spread spring storms stream swain sweet swell tawny eagle tear tempest thee thou busy busy thro thrush tide toil torrent tortoise trees trembling vale vernal WAR HORSE warbling wave wide winds wings Winter woods young youth
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Сторінка 18 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Сторінка 67 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Сторінка 104 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Сторінка 4 - O tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know.
Сторінка 55 - Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz
Сторінка 31 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Сторінка 144 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Сторінка 102 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Сторінка 48 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Сторінка 120 - Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.