The County [afterw.] Country miscellany, ed. by H. BurgessHenry Burgess (of Luton) 1836 |
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... hours , a Father , too , has tears To mingle with a mother's , when he sees His helpless darling suffer , and beholds The fading bloom upon his little cheek , And weakness stealing o'er his flabby limbs , Portending what he fain would ...
... hours , a Father , too , has tears To mingle with a mother's , when he sees His helpless darling suffer , and beholds The fading bloom upon his little cheek , And weakness stealing o'er his flabby limbs , Portending what he fain would ...
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... hour , When death asserts , and vindicates his power . I could not choose but feel , —and deeply feel ; -- As man should feel for man , in woe or weal : For be he vicious , still his errors claim A brother's pity , altho ' mix'd with ...
... hour , When death asserts , and vindicates his power . I could not choose but feel , —and deeply feel ; -- As man should feel for man , in woe or weal : For be he vicious , still his errors claim A brother's pity , altho ' mix'd with ...
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... hours , a Father , too , has tears To mingle with a mother's , when he sees His helpless darling suffer , and beholds The fading bloom upon his little cheek , And weakness stealing o'er his flabby limbs , Portending what he fain would ...
... hours , a Father , too , has tears To mingle with a mother's , when he sees His helpless darling suffer , and beholds The fading bloom upon his little cheek , And weakness stealing o'er his flabby limbs , Portending what he fain would ...
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... wave his limbs can lave , who , dauntless , tries thy power , With headlong plunge , or dripping sponge , in early morning hour . The Luton pond , the Luton pond ! there's music 40 BRIEF COMMENTARY . The Luton Pond 40, 72.
... wave his limbs can lave , who , dauntless , tries thy power , With headlong plunge , or dripping sponge , in early morning hour . The Luton pond , the Luton pond ! there's music 40 BRIEF COMMENTARY . The Luton Pond 40, 72.
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... Hours of most precious ore- Blest hours I could have coined for heaven , your loss For ever I'll deplore ! Contrite ... hour that led him to depart From thee for ever mourned . If I have dwelt remote , if I have loved the tents of guilt ...
... Hours of most precious ore- Blest hours I could have coined for heaven , your loss For ever I'll deplore ! Contrite ... hour that led him to depart From thee for ever mourned . If I have dwelt remote , if I have loved the tents of guilt ...
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Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 146 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Stran 14 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Stran 84 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Stran 218 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew, Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
Stran 88 - Touching musical harmony, whether by instrument or by voice, it being but of high and low in sounds a due proportionable disposition, such notwithstanding is the force thereof, and so pleasing effects it hath in that very part of man which is most divine, that some have been thereby induced to think that the soul itself by nature is, or hath in it harmony...
Stran 263 - tis like a camel, indeed. HAMLET. Methinks it is like a weasel. POLONIUS. It is backed like a weasel. HAMLET. Or like a whale? POLONIUS. Very like a whale.
Stran 130 - The first tabernacle to Hope we will build, And look for the sleepers around us to rise ; The second to Faith, which insures it fulfilled ; And the third to the LAMB of the great sacrifice, Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies.
Stran 149 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Stran 89 - So that although we lay altogether aside the consideration of ditty or matter, the very harmony of sounds being framed in due sort and carried from the ear to the spiritual faculties of our souls, is by a native puissance and efficacy greatly available to bring to a perfect temper whatsoever is there troubled, apt as well to quicken the spirits as to allay that which is too eager, sovereign against melancholy and despair, forcible to draw forth tears of devotion if the mind be such as can yield them,...
Stran 150 - And flowering weeds and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...