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ancient Aristippus Aristotle banks bard beam beauty behold beneath blest bliss bloom blushes breast breath breeze bright brow charm Cicero Cleombrotus dear deity DELPHI Dithyrambic divine dream Encyclopédistes Epicurean Epicurus etermity Euripides eyes fair fall fancy feel fire flame flowers glow Grammont Gratian harp hath heart heaven Heraclitus hung isle kiss LADY lake Lamp learned light lip's look lore lov'd lyre magic maid Mamurra mind morning never night nymphs o'er once Ovid Pausanias philosophers Pindar Plato pleasure Plutarch poem Psyche pure Pythagoras rosy roves sacred says seal sect shade shed shine sigh sigh’d sing sleep smile soft song soul spirit steal Stoics sublime sung sweet tear tell thee thine thou thought tide tium truth Twas VIRGIN OF DELPHI wandering wave weep wind wings woman Xenophanes
Seite 133 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. "Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 'The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Seite 105 - How blest could I live, and how calm could I die ! By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline, And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips, Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine !
Seite 105 - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
Seite 25 - The weary statesman for repose hath fled From halls of council to his negro's shed, Where blest he woos some black Aspasia's grace. And dreams of freedom in his slave's embrace...
Seite 27 - Excepting the streets and avenues and a small part of the ground adjoining the public buildings, the whole place is covered with trees. To be under the necessity of going through a deep wood for one or two miles, perhaps, in order to see a next-door neighbor, and in the same city, is a curious and, I believe, a novel circumstance.
Seite 133 - There is not a breath the blue wave to curl, But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Seite 75 - TELL me the witching tale again, For never has my heart or ear Hung on so sweet, so pure a strain, So pure to feel, so sweet to hear ! Say, Love ! in all thy spring of fame, When the high heaven itself was thine ; When piety...