Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... rest , unnecessary springs of life , Leave your officious toil and strife ; For I would hear her voice , and try If it be possible to die . ' This is beautifully and musically said . The second stanza is not so good ; and in the third ...
... rest , unnecessary springs of life , Leave your officious toil and strife ; For I would hear her voice , and try If it be possible to die . ' This is beautifully and musically said . The second stanza is not so good ; and in the third ...
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... rest , always excepting the clever skit upon Boileau's pompous Ode sur la prise de Namur , likely to attract the modern reader . His distinctive and personal note is to be found in one only of his longer pieces , and in his vivacious ...
... rest , always excepting the clever skit upon Boileau's pompous Ode sur la prise de Namur , likely to attract the modern reader . His distinctive and personal note is to be found in one only of his longer pieces , and in his vivacious ...
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... rest I took , Lest those bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires , and look The power they have to be obeyed . Nor quality , nor reputation , Forbid me yet my flame to tell , Dear five years old befriends my ...
... rest I took , Lest those bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires , and look The power they have to be obeyed . Nor quality , nor reputation , Forbid me yet my flame to tell , Dear five years old befriends my ...
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... rest : If at morning o'er earth ' tis his fancy to run ; At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast . So when I am wearied with wandering all day ; To thee , my delight , in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ...
... rest : If at morning o'er earth ' tis his fancy to run ; At night he reclines on his Thetis's breast . So when I am wearied with wandering all day ; To thee , my delight , in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ...
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... rest ; Cares do still their thoughts molest , And still the unhappy poet's breast Like thine , when best he sings , is placed against a thorn . She begins ! Let all be still ! Muse , thy promise now fulfil ! Sweet ! oh sweet ! still ...
... rest ; Cares do still their thoughts molest , And still the unhappy poet's breast Like thine , when best he sings , is placed against a thorn . She begins ! Let all be still ! Muse , thy promise now fulfil ! Sweet ! oh sweet ! still ...
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Página 369 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is— to die.
Página 366 - As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 556 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. 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
Página 539 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Página 512 - A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro...
Página 592 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Página 595 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart ? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand?
Página 248 - Prince of Peace, Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that Man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth.
Página 278 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure...
Página 361 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.