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... pains , Nor dreamt in indulgence I cherish'd a foe . Thus del rium'd with pleasure , determin'd to stay , I dwelt on each beauty that grac'd the sweet scene , But mark'd not , entranc'd , the soft stealth of the day , Nor thought of the ...
... pains , Nor dreamt in indulgence I cherish'd a foe . Thus del rium'd with pleasure , determin'd to stay , I dwelt on each beauty that grac'd the sweet scene , But mark'd not , entranc'd , the soft stealth of the day , Nor thought of the ...
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... the soft step - and sounds sweet music's tongue , Yet not alarms , or pains thy tender ear , Thrice welcome gracious goddess - soft - ey'd NIGHT . From lengthen'd toil the lab'ring HIND implores Thy kind return 32 NIGHT .
... the soft step - and sounds sweet music's tongue , Yet not alarms , or pains thy tender ear , Thrice welcome gracious goddess - soft - ey'd NIGHT . From lengthen'd toil the lab'ring HIND implores Thy kind return 32 NIGHT .
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... pain ; To pay upon his sheeted spouse's lips , The sum of many a heavy debt incurr'd By matchless fondness thro ' the tedious day ; Mutual endearments ! length'ning rest itself , Making that sweet , which else were only sound- The D 2 ...
... pain ; To pay upon his sheeted spouse's lips , The sum of many a heavy debt incurr'd By matchless fondness thro ' the tedious day ; Mutual endearments ! length'ning rest itself , Making that sweet , which else were only sound- The D 2 ...
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... pains , All the white beauties of the neck to hide , Nor mind , if pink on hill of snow , escape The sudden snatch of smicket to the breast , And o'er the yielding hem or puck'ring frill , Force on the ravish'd eye its blushing head ...
... pains , All the white beauties of the neck to hide , Nor mind , if pink on hill of snow , escape The sudden snatch of smicket to the breast , And o'er the yielding hem or puck'ring frill , Force on the ravish'd eye its blushing head ...
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... may still with blessed pow'r , The rooted pain , or so the anguish soothe , That tho ' much tortur'd he may yet endure , And battle with the woes that bend him low . Ah ! poor dependant on the hope forlorn ! Thou 48 NIGHT .
... may still with blessed pow'r , The rooted pain , or so the anguish soothe , That tho ' much tortur'd he may yet endure , And battle with the woes that bend him low . Ah ! poor dependant on the hope forlorn ! Thou 48 NIGHT .
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anxious aught awhile Birmingham boast bosom brave breast check'd cheek Chelmsford close cold comfort confin'd controul cou'd crime dæmon dear deed ditto dream durance e'en e'er EURUS ev'ry evermore faded day fair Favonius fear feel fix'd fond form'd foul frame GEORGE DAVIES give grace grief hast thou hath heart Heaven hope hour indulg'd lengthen'd life's light maid man's misery moping mortal nature's ne'er never night Norwich o'er once pain pang pass'd passion peace perhaps Plain dealing pleasure poor pow'r praise pride repose scarce scene seldom sense shew shou'd sigh sink smile soft sorrow soul spirit spleen spring strain strong sure sweet tear tender thee thine thought thro thy mind toil twas twere twill twixt vice virtue warm ween wild wond'rous worth wou'd wretched
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Seite 292 - This above all, — to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
Seite 291 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Seite 292 - Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Seite 18 - My trufty dog — that wiftful look " Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; " But hie thee home — proclaim me dead, " Forget to think — and ceafe to grieve.
Seite 19 - Thro' all his frame, he found to creep ; He knew not what it was to die, But knew his mafter did not ftecp.
Seite 19 - To meet his toil e'er morning light* ' And well his brain rememberd yet, He never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd "his long face on his cheek, But ftraight he ftlrr'd, or rais'd his head. ' Yes, he remember'd, and with tears, His loving matter's kind replies; When dumbly he contriv'd to fay, " The cock has crow'd, my matter rife...
Seite 16 - Whate'er the time, whate'er the weather. Unlike to worldly friends were they, Who feparate in fortune's blaft — They ftill were near when fair the fky, But nearer ftill when overcaft.
Seite 13 - ... great master. There is one that we would particularly refer to, and that is "Shepherd Lubin." In size it is very small, but, like most of Bewick's pieces, sufficiently large to show the inimitable skill of the artist. The picture tells its own tale :— " Young Lubin was a shepherd's boy, Who watched a rigid master's sheep, And many a night was heard to sigh, And many a day was seen to weep.
Seite 13 - And many a day was feen to weep. ' For not a lambkin e'er was loft, Or wether ftray'd to field remote ; But Lubin ever was to blame, Nor careful he, nor penn'd his cote. Yet not a truftier lad was known, To climb the promontory's br.ow ; Nor yet a tenderer heart e'er beat, Beiide the brook in vale below.
Seite 13 - For not a lambkin e'er was loft, Or wether ftray'd to field remote ; But Lubin ever was to blame, Nor careful he, nor penn'd his cote. ' Yet not a tniftier lad was known, To climb the promontory's brow; Nor yet a tenderer heart e'er beat, Befide the brook in vale below. • From him ftern winter's drifting fnow, Its pelting fleet, or froft fevere ; Or fcorchiog fummer's fultry ray, Ne'er forc'da murmur, or a tear. ' For ah ! the varying feafons had To every hardship form'd his frame; Tho...