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... dam . With heavy heart he shap'd his way , And told so true , so sad a tale , That almost pierc'd the marble breast Of ruthless RUFUS of the vale . Poor Lubin own'd his flocks had stray'd , Own'd he 14 LUBIN AND HIS DOG TRAY .
... dam . With heavy heart he shap'd his way , And told so true , so sad a tale , That almost pierc'd the marble breast Of ruthless RUFUS of the vale . Poor Lubin own'd his flocks had stray'd , Own'd he 14 LUBIN AND HIS DOG TRAY .
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... true observers of thy will ; - Ah ! happy wer't , if no unlicens'd thought Inflam'd the mind of uncomplying man , In moments but for contemplation form❜d , At most , for screened intercourse of sou !, For curtain'd love , and ...
... true observers of thy will ; - Ah ! happy wer't , if no unlicens'd thought Inflam'd the mind of uncomplying man , In moments but for contemplation form❜d , At most , for screened intercourse of sou !, For curtain'd love , and ...
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... true , Whatever pranks our absent Spirits play ; Whate'er they glean from Fate's unfolded page , Whatever close - cemented leaf they turn , At their own peril of dark Doomsday's book , From man's much grosser sense they still conceal ...
... true , Whatever pranks our absent Spirits play ; Whate'er they glean from Fate's unfolded page , Whatever close - cemented leaf they turn , At their own peril of dark Doomsday's book , From man's much grosser sense they still conceal ...
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... true lord in the silent grove , And listen to the stock - dove's plaintive note , Or the lorn nightingale's mellifluous song- But sweeter far than Philomela's moan , Or the wild warbling of the Sylvan world , His honey'd voice , whose ...
... true lord in the silent grove , And listen to the stock - dove's plaintive note , Or the lorn nightingale's mellifluous song- But sweeter far than Philomela's moan , Or the wild warbling of the Sylvan world , His honey'd voice , whose ...
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... 're the close conclusive stroke was giv'n.- Yet may the tender nymph , unhappy made By female spleen , or tyranny of man , Find all things form'd t ' accelerate escape , And perfect what her doating fancy forms , If true NIGHT . 45.
... 're the close conclusive stroke was giv'n.- Yet may the tender nymph , unhappy made By female spleen , or tyranny of man , Find all things form'd t ' accelerate escape , And perfect what her doating fancy forms , If true NIGHT . 45.
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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...