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Page 134 - And shake the neighbouring wood to banish sleep. Up rise the guests, obedient to the call: An early banquet deck'd the splendid hall; Rich luscious wine a golden goblet grac'd, Which the kind master forc'd the guests to taste. Then, pleas'd and thankful, from the porch...
Page 96 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Page 124 - Arms, angels, epitaphs and bones, These (all the poor remains of state) Adorn the rich, or praise the great ; Who while on earth in fame they live, Are senseless of the fame they give.
Page 129 - Know God — and bring thy heart to know The joys which from religion flow : Then every grace shall prove its guest, And I'll be there to crown the rest.
Page 127 - Whither, O whither art thou fled, To lay thy meek contented head ? What happy region dost thou please To make the seat of calms and ease ? " Ambition searches all its sphere Of pomp and state to meet thee there.
Page 21 - Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines ! Ye swains that haunt the grove ! Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds! Ye close retreats of love ! With all of nature, all of art...
Page 94 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Page 37 - At close of eve he leaves his home, And wends to find the ruin'd dome, All on the gloomy plain. As there he bides, it...