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ACTION - continued . ACTION - ADIEU . Some place the bliss in action , some in case , Those call it pleasure , and contentment these . Pope , E. M.1v.21 . The body sins not ; ' tis the will That makes the action good or ill . Herrick ...
ACTION - continued . ACTION - ADIEU . Some place the bliss in action , some in case , Those call it pleasure , and contentment these . Pope , E. M.1v.21 . The body sins not ; ' tis the will That makes the action good or ill . Herrick ...
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... bliss , but that honour is strength ; That though man have the wings of the fetterless wind , Of the wantonest air that the north can unbind , Yet if health do not sweeten the blast with her bloom , Nor virtue's aroma its pathway ...
... bliss , but that honour is strength ; That though man have the wings of the fetterless wind , Of the wantonest air that the north can unbind , Yet if health do not sweeten the blast with her bloom , Nor virtue's aroma its pathway ...
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... bliss , Unsavoury in th ' enjoyment of itself : If you let slip time , like a neglected rose , It withers on the stalk with languish'd head . Milton , ib . 739 . Beauty , like the fair Hesperian tree Laden with blooming gold had need ...
... bliss , Unsavoury in th ' enjoyment of itself : If you let slip time , like a neglected rose , It withers on the stalk with languish'd head . Milton , ib . 739 . Beauty , like the fair Hesperian tree Laden with blooming gold had need ...
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... bliss and human woe . Night is the time for rest ; - How sweet , when labours close , To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose , Stretch the tir'd limbs and lay the head Down to our own delightful bed . BEES . So work the ...
... bliss and human woe . Night is the time for rest ; - How sweet , when labours close , To gather round an aching breast The curtain of repose , Stretch the tir'd limbs and lay the head Down to our own delightful bed . BEES . So work the ...
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... bliss Securely . Within this * awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries : Happiest they of human race , To whom their God has given grace To read , to fear , to hope , to pray , To lift the latch , to force the way ; And better had ...
... bliss Securely . Within this * awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries : Happiest they of human race , To whom their God has given grace To read , to fear , to hope , to pray , To lift the latch , to force the way ; And better had ...
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Aaron Hill Addison bear beauty Ben Jonson bliss brave breast breath bright Butler Byron charms Churchill clouds Cowper death deeds doth dream Dryden earth Ebenezer Elliott Eliza Cook eyes Fable fair fame fate fear flowers fools fortune Giaour give glory Goldsmith grace grave grief happy hast hate hath heart heaven Herrick Honest Man's Fortune honour hope hour Hudibras human Joanna Baillie Johnson king L'Allegro Lady light live looks Lord Love's LOVERS Macb man's mankind MARRIAGE Milton mind Moore nature ne'er never night o'er pain passion peace Pindar pleasure Pope praise rich shine sigh smile Sonnet 35 sorrow soul spirit sweet Tamerlane tears thee There's things Thomson thou art thought tongue Troil truth Twill VIII virtue wind wise words wretch Young youth
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Page 337 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 441 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 456 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 361 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast...
Page 421 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 526 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die...
Page 188 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 421 - 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 424 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Page 673 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...