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... heaven doth shew And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain . MILTON . MILTON : Il Penseroso . Such drowsy sedentary souls have they Who would to patriarchal years live on , Fix'd ...
... heaven doth shew And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain . MILTON . MILTON : Il Penseroso . Such drowsy sedentary souls have they Who would to patriarchal years live on , Fix'd ...
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... heaven . JOHN DONNE . When we behold an angel , not to fear , Is to be impudent . DRYDEN . That we may angels seem , we paint them elves , And are but satires to set up ourselves . DRYDEN . I saw th ' angelic guards from earth ascend ...
... heaven . JOHN DONNE . When we behold an angel , not to fear , Is to be impudent . DRYDEN . That we may angels seem , we paint them elves , And are but satires to set up ourselves . DRYDEN . I saw th ' angelic guards from earth ascend ...
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... heaven is in thy soul ; Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee , Bright'ning each other ! thou art all divine . ADDISON . She moves ! life wanders up and down Through all her face , and lights up every charm . ADDISON . In praising ...
... heaven is in thy soul ; Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee , Bright'ning each other ! thou art all divine . ADDISON . She moves ! life wanders up and down Through all her face , and lights up every charm . ADDISON . In praising ...
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... heaven is there ! MOORE . ' Tis not a lip , or eye , we beauty call , But the joint force and full result of all . ] POPE . Love raised on beauty will like that decay ; Our hearts may bear its slender chain a day : As flow'ry bands in ...
... heaven is there ! MOORE . ' Tis not a lip , or eye , we beauty call , But the joint force and full result of all . ] POPE . Love raised on beauty will like that decay ; Our hearts may bear its slender chain a day : As flow'ry bands in ...
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... Heaven did a recompense as largely send ; He gave to misery all he had - a tear ; He gain'd from heaven - ' twas all he wish'd- a friend ! GRAY . Fear makes men look aside , and so their footing miss . DRYDEN . The brave man seeks not ...
... Heaven did a recompense as largely send ; He gave to misery all he had - a tear ; He gain'd from heaven - ' twas all he wish'd- a friend ! GRAY . Fear makes men look aside , and so their footing miss . DRYDEN . The brave man seeks not ...
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ADDISON ANNE BRADSTREET beauty BEN JONSON birds BLACKMORE bless bliss breast breath bright BYRON charms Childe Harold clouds coursers COWLEY COWPER dark death delight DENHAM doth dreams DRYDEN earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flowers fools gentle give glory golden grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven honour hope hour Hudibras ISAAC WATTS JOANNA BAILLIE king light live look MILTON mind morning mortal muse N. P. WILLIS nature nature's ne'er never Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure POPE pow'r praise pride PRIOR rich ROSCOMMON round shade SHAKSPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars stream sweet SWIFT tears thee thine things THOMSON trees truth virtue voice WALLER WALTER HARTE weep wind wings wise woman words YOUNG youth
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Page 159 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Page 382 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 712 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 370 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
Page 105 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Page 646 - I love thee, and it is my love that speaks, — There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond ; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be drest in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit: As who should say, 'I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark...
Page 617 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Page 548 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Page 430 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 698 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a