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Adriano Author bear beauty behold blood blossom cause charms cheek cheerful child close cloud dance dear death deeds delight door early earth ease ev'ry fair fall fear feel field flow'r follow gentle Gilbert give gone grace grave half hand happy head hear heard heart Heav'n hill honour hope hour Isabel laugh leave light live look lost loud maid Maria mark mind moon morning muse nature never night o'er once pain pass peace pleasure rose round scarce seen sense shed shore side sing sisters sleep smile song soon Sophia sought soul sound spring stands stood sweet taught tears tell thee thine thou thought till turn Twas vale village virtue walk waves wood young youth
Сторінка 113 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Сторінка 43 - A bird's nest. Mark it well ! — within, without ; No tool had he that wrought — no knife to cut, No nail to fix — no bodkin to insert — No glue to join ; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finished ! What nice hand. With every implement and means of art, And twenty years...
Сторінка 33 - Not a tree, A plant, a leaf, a blossom, but contains A folio volume. We may read, and read, And read again, and still find something new, Something to please, and something to instruct, E'en in the noisome weed.
Сторінка 113 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song...
Сторінка xxiii - Shakspeare, occasioned by reading Mr. Malone's Essay on the chronological Order of those celebrated Pieces* Mr.
Сторінка 18 - s destructive to the hue Of every flower that blows. Go to the field, And ask the humble daisy why it sleeps Soon as the sun departs : Why close the eyes Of blossoms infinite, ere the still moon Her oriental veil puts off?
Сторінка 135 - Then to town Hies the gay spark, for futile purposes, And deeds my bashful muse disclaims to name ; From town to college, till a fresh supply Sends him again from college up to town. The tedious interval, the mace and cue, The tennis-court and racket, the slow lounge From street to street, the badger-hunt, the race, The raffle, the excursion, and the dance, Ices and soups, dice, and the bet at whist, Serve well enough to fill. Grievous...
Сторінка 40 - But mark with how peculiar grace yon wood, That clothes the weary steep, waves in the breeze Her sea of leaves ; thither we turn our steps, And by the way attend the cheerful sound Of woodland harmony, that always fills The merry vale between.
Сторінка xxvi - Poet and Divine ! A tender sanctity of thought was thine. To thee no sculptur'd tomb could prove so dear. As the fond tribute of a sister's tear ; For earth, who shelters in her vast embrace The sleeping myriads of the mortal race, No heart in all that multitude has known, Whose love fraternal could surpass thy own.
Сторінка 19 - Oh ! there is a charm That morning has, that gives the brow of age A smack of youth, and makes the lip of youth Breathe per'fumes exquisite. Expect it not, Ye who till noon upon a down-bed lie, Indulging feverish sleep ; or wakeful, dream Of happiness no mortal heart has felt, But in the regions of romance'.