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... heart grows old no more than his memory , whether at his book , or on horseback : he passes his time in such noble exercise ; a man cannot say any time is lost by him , nor hath he only years to approve he hath lived till he be old ...
... heart grows old no more than his memory , whether at his book , or on horseback : he passes his time in such noble exercise ; a man cannot say any time is lost by him , nor hath he only years to approve he hath lived till he be old ...
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... heart that is softened by a sense of pity , or touch of benevolence . He coos in the turtle , and bleats in the lamb ; and , through the paps of the stern bear , and im- placable tigress , he yields forth the milk of loving - kindness ...
... heart that is softened by a sense of pity , or touch of benevolence . He coos in the turtle , and bleats in the lamb ; and , through the paps of the stern bear , and im- placable tigress , he yields forth the milk of loving - kindness ...
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... heart ; as no man's malice towards an excellent musician can keep his ear from being pleased with his music . No man can ask how or why men came to be delighted with peace , but he who is without natural bowels ; who is deprived of all ...
... heart ; as no man's malice towards an excellent musician can keep his ear from being pleased with his music . No man can ask how or why men came to be delighted with peace , but he who is without natural bowels ; who is deprived of all ...
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... heart Be heal'd and harmonized , and thou wouldst feel God always , every where , and all in all . SOUTHEY . SHELLEY , the great master of harmony , has one of his finest lyrics for Autumn : — The warm sun is failing , the bleak wind is ...
... heart Be heal'd and harmonized , and thou wouldst feel God always , every where , and all in all . SOUTHEY . SHELLEY , the great master of harmony , has one of his finest lyrics for Autumn : — The warm sun is failing , the bleak wind is ...
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... heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so ...
... heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so ...
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affection ALBERT DURER appeared beauty bittern blessing called Castle Rackrent character death delight desire divine doth earth evil eyes father fear feel genius Giaour give glory gold hame hand happiness hath hear heard heart heaven Heir of Linne honour hope human Jason king labour land learned LEOPOLD SCHEFER light Little John live look Lord Lord Wilmot manner master mind Mississippi Company moral nature neighbours never night noble o'er observed pain pass passion perhaps person pleasure poet poetical poetry poor reason rich Richard Penderell Rienzi Robin Robin Hood scarcely seemed self-love ship Sir Condy Sir Edward smile song soul spirit sweet tell thee thine things thought tion truth Vathek Vicar of Bray Vicar of Wakefield virtue whole wind wisdom words
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Seite 55 - And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold : And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Seite 58 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 59 - Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Seite 55 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Seite 30 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Seite 176 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Seite 82 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Seite 58 - O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Seite 212 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Seite 235 - ... and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men: as if there were sought in knowledge a couch, whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit; or a terrace, for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect; or a tower of state, for a proud mind to raise itself upon; or a fort or commanding ground, for strife and contention; or a shop, for profit or sale; and not a rich storehouse, for the glory of the Creator and...