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... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shortened to its topmost boughs , No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shortened to its topmost boughs , No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
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... lost his glare , And stepped at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful as ...
... lost his glare , And stepped at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful as ...
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... Lost nothing by comparison with our's ? Rude as thou art , ( for we returned thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here , and left as ...
... Lost nothing by comparison with our's ? Rude as thou art , ( for we returned thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here , and left as ...
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... sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore ! True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , That picked the jewel out of England's crown , With BOOK II . 45 THE TIME - PIECE .
... sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore ! True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , That picked the jewel out of England's crown , With BOOK II . 45 THE TIME - PIECE .
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... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels the anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels the anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
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Strona 48 - Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support, and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Strona 51 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Strona 37 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Strona 78 - In the pure fountain of eternal love, Has eyes indeed ; and, viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Strona 160 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say —
Strona 189 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs, Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Strona 13 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Strona 12 - Stand, never overlook'd our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds; Displaying on its varied side the grace Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tower, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the listening ear; Groves, heaths, and smoking villages remote.
Strona 103 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Strona 50 - I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.