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... passion , Could force his soul so to his own conceit , That , from her working , all his visage wann'd ? SHAKSPEARE . ADVERSITY . The gods in bounty work up storms about us , That give mankind occasion to exert Their hidden strength ...
... passion , Could force his soul so to his own conceit , That , from her working , all his visage wann'd ? SHAKSPEARE . ADVERSITY . The gods in bounty work up storms about us , That give mankind occasion to exert Their hidden strength ...
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... passion , which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage : Fetter strong madness in a silken thread , Charm ache with air , and agony with words . SHAKSPEARE . Direct not him whose way himself will choose ; ' Tis breath thou lack ...
... passion , which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage : Fetter strong madness in a silken thread , Charm ache with air , and agony with words . SHAKSPEARE . Direct not him whose way himself will choose ; ' Tis breath thou lack ...
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... passion , boil and rage . CREECH . Of all bad things by which mankind are cursed , Their own bad tempers surely are the worst . RICHARD CUMBERLAND : Menander . Whatsoever Is worthy of their love is worth their anger . SIR J. DENHAM ...
... passion , boil and rage . CREECH . Of all bad things by which mankind are cursed , Their own bad tempers surely are the worst . RICHARD CUMBERLAND : Menander . Whatsoever Is worthy of their love is worth their anger . SIR J. DENHAM ...
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Samuel Austin Allibone. With such sober and unnoted passion He did behave his anger ere ' twas spent , As if he had proved an argument . SHAKSPEARE . In thy face I see thy fury ; if I longer stay , We shall begin our ancient bickerings ...
Samuel Austin Allibone. With such sober and unnoted passion He did behave his anger ere ' twas spent , As if he had proved an argument . SHAKSPEARE . In thy face I see thy fury ; if I longer stay , We shall begin our ancient bickerings ...
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... passions in their cause , He was too warm on picking work to dwell , But faggoted his notions as they fell ; And ... passion less DRYDEN . Gentle or sharp , according to thy choice , To laugh at follies , or to lash at vice . ' Tis ...
... passions in their cause , He was too warm on picking work to dwell , But faggoted his notions as they fell ; And ... passion less DRYDEN . Gentle or sharp , according to thy choice , To laugh at follies , or to lash at vice . ' Tis ...
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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