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... lips , knows little in his heart of any of these virtues ? An author , therefore , should not have credit for what is nothing of his own ; I say , abso- lutely , nothing of his own , but the common property of every rogue and hypocrite ...
... lips , knows little in his heart of any of these virtues ? An author , therefore , should not have credit for what is nothing of his own ; I say , abso- lutely , nothing of his own , but the common property of every rogue and hypocrite ...
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... lips that fear to be forsaken , Are but so many tongues , which say , We should not , must not , dare not stay . One kiss , one lingering gaze , etc. Now , what is there new in this ? W. Nothing perhaps ; but what is there bad ? A ...
... lips that fear to be forsaken , Are but so many tongues , which say , We should not , must not , dare not stay . One kiss , one lingering gaze , etc. Now , what is there new in this ? W. Nothing perhaps ; but what is there bad ? A ...
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... ; and women stood aghast To look on him , and little children scream'd . Then from his lips these angry accents broke , So loud , two men shrunk from him as he spoke : XVIII . " A second time , sir , you 12 THE WOUNDED EYE .
... ; and women stood aghast To look on him , and little children scream'd . Then from his lips these angry accents broke , So loud , two men shrunk from him as he spoke : XVIII . " A second time , sir , you 12 THE WOUNDED EYE .
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... lips , yet not less wearing The seal of sense , that , at a later day , When better known , was ARTHUR heard declaring , With warmth , how he should like to call her Mother , Or be in any way her daughter's brother . XXXVIII . For them ...
... lips , yet not less wearing The seal of sense , that , at a later day , When better known , was ARTHUR heard declaring , With warmth , how he should like to call her Mother , Or be in any way her daughter's brother . XXXVIII . For them ...
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... lip for ever wore A look that said , Come , press me till you tire . She might have sat to sculptors for Jove's ... lips , of her young sister , CONSTANCE VERE ; Who was the maid , " of sixteen years or more , " I've mention'd in a ...
... lip for ever wore A look that said , Come , press me till you tire . She might have sat to sculptors for Jove's ... lips , of her young sister , CONSTANCE VERE ; Who was the maid , " of sixteen years or more , " I've mention'd in a ...
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accent admiration Æneid Æsop ALEXANDER POPE ARTHUR CARRYL bard beauty behold BIANCA BLANCHE blank verse breast brow cæsura CALAIS Canto cheek CLEON criticism dear delight Devil earth Eclogues English epigram Epistle eyes fancy fear feel FELIX fire flowers fool FROISSARD fustian gentle give grace hand heart Heaven hero hexameter JUVENAL king language LATIUM less light lips look look'd maid man's MDCCCXLI mean measure MELEAGER metre mind mix'd moral muse nature neath never o'er passion PEBBLE perhaps Petrarch pleasure poem poet poetry POPE reader rhyme rose round RUBETA rythm satire seem'd seen sense siege of CALAIS smile song soul sound SOUTHEY spirit spondee suppose sweet syllable taste tell thee thine things thou thought tion truth turn'd verse vex'd VIENNE Vision voice vulgar WALTER MANNY words WORDSWORTH write
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Page 304 - Mercator metuens, otium et oppidi Laudat rura sui : mox reficit rates Quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati. Est, qui nee veteris pocula Massici, Nee partem solido demere de die, Spernit ; nunc viridi membra sub arbuto Stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae.
Page 308 - Heu quotiens fidem Mutatosque deos flebit et aspera Nigris aequora ventis Emirabitur insolens, Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea, Qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem Sperat nescius aurae Fallacis. Miseri, quibus Intemptata nites.
Page 312 - Arida nutrix. Pone me pigris ubi nulla campis Arbor aestiva recreatur aura, Quod latus mundi nebulae malusque luppiter urget ; 20 Pone sub curru nimium propinqui Solis in terra domibus negata : Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, Dulce loquentem.
Page 320 - Vulcanus ardens urit officinas. nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput impedire myrto aut flore terrae quern ferunt solutae; nunc et in umbrosis Fauno decet immolare lucis, seu poscat agna sive malit haedo.
Page 122 - Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road, your Wheel is out of order — Bleak blows the blast; — your hat has got a hole in't, So have your breeches! 'Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones, Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeroad, what hard work 'tis crying all day "Knives and "Scissors to grind O!
Page 306 - Venator, tenerae conjugis immemor ; Seu visa est catulis cerva fidelibus, Seu rupit teretes Marsus aper plagas.
Page 241 - Archangel : but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd, and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of dauntless courage and considerate pride, Waiting revenge : cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold...
Page 310 - Sive facturus per inhospitalem Caucasum vel quae loca fabulosus Lambit Hydaspes. Namque me silva lupus in Sabina, Dum meam canto Lalagen et ultra...
Page 46 - And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent : and men blasphemed God because of the plague of the hail ; for the plagu e thereof was exceeding great.
Page 318 - Solvitur acris hiems grata vice veris et Favoni, trahuntque siccas machinae carinas, ac neque iam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni, nec prata canis albicant pruinis.