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... told his story . It is bad enough to be forced to interpret wisdom of any kind ; but to talk after such transparent lessons as those , is overweeningness horrible . The little boys will find nothing of the sort to frighten them in this ...
... told his story . It is bad enough to be forced to interpret wisdom of any kind ; but to talk after such transparent lessons as those , is overweeningness horrible . The little boys will find nothing of the sort to frighten them in this ...
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... told of deadly dolorous plight , Sigh'd as he sung , and did in tears indite . For , brandishing the rod , she doth begin To loose the brogues , the stripling's late delight ! And down they drop . Appears his dainty skin , Fair as the ...
... told of deadly dolorous plight , Sigh'd as he sung , and did in tears indite . For , brandishing the rod , she doth begin To loose the brogues , the stripling's late delight ! And down they drop . Appears his dainty skin , Fair as the ...
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... told about the Ghost of Mrs. Veal ; a long - credited fiction which he invented at the request of a bookseller , in order to sell a devout publication . His His- tory of the Plague was long considered equally true , and reaped a like ...
... told about the Ghost of Mrs. Veal ; a long - credited fiction which he invented at the request of a bookseller , in order to sell a devout publication . His His- tory of the Plague was long considered equally true , and reaped a like ...
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... told me if I would not go out of the wood she would accompany me : so we agreed to take a turn only there . I first went myself over the stile at the door , and thinking it rather too high for her , I took her in my arms and lifted her ...
... told me if I would not go out of the wood she would accompany me : so we agreed to take a turn only there . I first went myself over the stile at the door , and thinking it rather too high for her , I took her in my arms and lifted her ...
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... told her I believed we were none of us so good as we might be , but I hoped my faults had not at most exceeded other men's ; but I had suffered abundance of hardships in my time , and that at last Providence having settled me in this ...
... told her I believed we were none of us so good as we might be , but I hoped my faults had not at most exceeded other men's ; but I had suffered abundance of hardships in my time , and that at last Providence having settled me in this ...
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Seite 46 - 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.
Seite 168 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Seite 166 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 167 - And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Seite 226 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Seite 226 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 224 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Seite 59 - It happened one day about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand : I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition...
Seite 225 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the Sun upon...
Seite 29 - 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.