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... poets and philosophers might sit down with rapturous expectation , we ought , as is not unusual for such proem , to have concluded with the stale apology which an under - bred mistress of a family makes for her elaborate dinner , that ...
... poets and philosophers might sit down with rapturous expectation , we ought , as is not unusual for such proem , to have concluded with the stale apology which an under - bred mistress of a family makes for her elaborate dinner , that ...
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... poet , Tom Milton , says , To the Conductor of the SALE - ROOM . SIR. that they do me much injustice , and that , if the warmest admiration for grace , and gentleness , and beauty , -for every thing which is included under the idea of ...
... poet , Tom Milton , says , To the Conductor of the SALE - ROOM . SIR. that they do me much injustice , and that , if the warmest admiration for grace , and gentleness , and beauty , -for every thing which is included under the idea of ...
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... poet , " laborum dulce leni - ple feeling produced by the fine arts , can , men , " and one of the greatest sweeteners of human life . It heightens and improves all our better and happier feelings , while it subdues and soothes those of ...
... poet , " laborum dulce leni - ple feeling produced by the fine arts , can , men , " and one of the greatest sweeteners of human life . It heightens and improves all our better and happier feelings , while it subdues and soothes those of ...
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... poet came , * Wisdom his friend , his patron , Fame ; His glowing lyre , in cadence swelling , Pain from Indian groves dispelling , With new emotion filled my raptured soul , And to the stranger's Cambrian hills I stole . Ah fruitless ...
... poet came , * Wisdom his friend , his patron , Fame ; His glowing lyre , in cadence swelling , Pain from Indian groves dispelling , With new emotion filled my raptured soul , And to the stranger's Cambrian hills I stole . Ah fruitless ...
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... poet , seemed Clara micante auro flammasque imitante pyropo .. On entering the portico I was struck with the scene which now presented itself . Every corner appeared full of people as far as the eye could reach , yet there was room to ...
... poet , seemed Clara micante auro flammasque imitante pyropo .. On entering the portico I was struck with the scene which now presented itself . Every corner appeared full of people as far as the eye could reach , yet there was room to ...
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Page 171 - Oh! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Page 209 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Page 163 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
Page 116 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Page 209 - Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance: he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted cell.
Page 26 - Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 28 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Page 171 - The' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope The silvery-footed antelope As gracefully and gaily springs As o'er the marble courts of kings.
Page 190 - Boastful and rough, your first son is a 'squire ; The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar ; Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave ; "Will sneaks a scrivener, an exceeding knave.
Page 182 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.