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... speak with unqualified and therefore unbecoming distaste . What praise or censure he may have bestowed on any one , has at least the merit of being sincere . He has many warm feel- ings upon every subject of public concern , poetical as ...
... speak with unqualified and therefore unbecoming distaste . What praise or censure he may have bestowed on any one , has at least the merit of being sincere . He has many warm feel- ings upon every subject of public concern , poetical as ...
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... speaking . Pray have you to learn , —and at this time of day , That your views on regard have been all the wrong way ? One ten thousandth part of the words and the time That you've wasted on praises instead of your rhyme , Might have ...
... speaking . Pray have you to learn , —and at this time of day , That your views on regard have been all the wrong way ? One ten thousandth part of the words and the time That you've wasted on praises instead of your rhyme , Might have ...
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... speak it , -though when I was wild , My friends should remember the world was a child , - That customs were diff'rent , and young people's eyes Had no better examples than those in the skies . But soon as I learnt how to value these ...
... speak it , -though when I was wild , My friends should remember the world was a child , - That customs were diff'rent , and young people's eyes Had no better examples than those in the skies . But soon as I learnt how to value these ...
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... speak of the literature of other na- tions ; and every where , in the writings of the last hundred years , we meet with nothing but the music and harmony of Pope , -in versifiers , in critics , in philosophers , in historians , in small ...
... speak of the literature of other na- tions ; and every where , in the writings of the last hundred years , we meet with nothing but the music and harmony of Pope , -in versifiers , in critics , in philosophers , in historians , in small ...
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... speak a various language ; it is monotony and uniformity alone that are out of nature . When Pope , in one of his happy couplets , ridiculed the old fashion of gardening , he forgot that on principles common to all the arts , he was ...
... speak a various language ; it is monotony and uniformity alone that are out of nature . When Pope , in one of his happy couplets , ridiculed the old fashion of gardening , he forgot that on principles common to all the arts , he was ...
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Page 119 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 36 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Page 35 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Page 97 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the...
Page 98 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Page 35 - But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as...
Page 119 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Page 117 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o
Page 119 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 35 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies ; ' The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.