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... delight he stood To trace his features in the flood : Then skipp'd aloof with quaint amaze ; And then drew near again to gaze . She tells me how with eager speed He flew to hear my vocal reed ; And how with critic face profound , And ...
... delight he stood To trace his features in the flood : Then skipp'd aloof with quaint amaze ; And then drew near again to gaze . She tells me how with eager speed He flew to hear my vocal reed ; And how with critic face profound , And ...
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... delight , What wonders burst upon the dazzled sight ! There giant palins lift high their tufted heads ; The plantain wide his graceful foliage spreads ; Wad in the woods the active monkey springs , The chattering parrot claps his ...
... delight , What wonders burst upon the dazzled sight ! There giant palins lift high their tufted heads ; The plantain wide his graceful foliage spreads ; Wad in the woods the active monkey springs , The chattering parrot claps his ...
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... delight , Shifts place , and paws , and hopes the promis'd fight : On his right shoulder his thick name reclin'd Ruffles at speed , and dances in the wind . Eager he stands then , starting with a bound , He turns the turf , and shakes ...
... delight , Shifts place , and paws , and hopes the promis'd fight : On his right shoulder his thick name reclin'd Ruffles at speed , and dances in the wind . Eager he stands then , starting with a bound , He turns the turf , and shakes ...
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... delight , Enchanting music , and a charming sight . DRYDEN . THE HAPPY MAN . CONTENT with poverty my soul I arm , And virtue though in rags , will keep me warm . What is ' t to me , Who never sail on fortune's faithless sea , If storms ...
... delight , Enchanting music , and a charming sight . DRYDEN . THE HAPPY MAN . CONTENT with poverty my soul I arm , And virtue though in rags , will keep me warm . What is ' t to me , Who never sail on fortune's faithless sea , If storms ...
Сторінка 109
... delight for Leeboo ! " Fond projects ! In vain shall his father explore The wide shipless waves - he shall see him no more . O chide not the English thy darling detaining , And chide not thy son'mid the strangers remaining ! Know ...
... delight for Leeboo ! " Fond projects ! In vain shall his father explore The wide shipless waves - he shall see him no more . O chide not the English thy darling detaining , And chide not thy son'mid the strangers remaining ! Know ...
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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.