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... look up to with that fine reverence with which we delight to look upon woman , in her true domestic sphere , as the emblem of all that is chaste and pure . It was while suffering from the consequences of unre- strained passion , and the ...
... look up to with that fine reverence with which we delight to look upon woman , in her true domestic sphere , as the emblem of all that is chaste and pure . It was while suffering from the consequences of unre- strained passion , and the ...
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... look back to with sadness but the poet's honest struggles with poverty , this were a sufficient recompense . " The glory dies not , and the grief is past . " To the influence of the two great , though greatly differ- ing poets here ...
... look back to with sadness but the poet's honest struggles with poverty , this were a sufficient recompense . " The glory dies not , and the grief is past . " To the influence of the two great , though greatly differ- ing poets here ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Strona 51
... look the cause away . Then why , my soul , dost thou complain ? Why , drooping , seek the dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless . LOGAN . But , ah ! my breast is human still ; LOGAN - CHATTERTON . 51.
... look the cause away . Then why , my soul , dost thou complain ? Why , drooping , seek the dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless . LOGAN . But , ah ! my breast is human still ; LOGAN - CHATTERTON . 51.
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... look amaist as weel's the new ; The father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . ** The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ' serious face , They , round the ingle , form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ha ...
... look amaist as weel's the new ; The father mixes a ' wi ' admonition due . ** The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ' serious face , They , round the ingle , form a circle wide ; The sire turns o'er , wi ' patriarchal grace , The big ha ...
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Strona 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Strona 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Strona 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Strona 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Strona 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Strona 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Strona 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Strona 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Strona 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Strona 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...