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... human tear From passion's dross refined and clear . A tear so limpid and so meek , It would not stain an angel's cheek , ' Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head . Scott Lady of the L. 11.22 . There is in life ...
... human tear From passion's dross refined and clear . A tear so limpid and so meek , It would not stain an angel's cheek , ' Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head . Scott Lady of the L. 11.22 . There is in life ...
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... human bodies are sic fools , For a ' their colleges and schools , That , when nae real ills perplex them , They make enow themsels to vex them . Peter Pindar . Burns . * This line is the crux of critics : Rowe , Pope , and their ...
... human bodies are sic fools , For a ' their colleges and schools , That , when nae real ills perplex them , They make enow themsels to vex them . Peter Pindar . Burns . * This line is the crux of critics : Rowe , Pope , and their ...
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... human hearts . Prior . BALL - sce Dancing . Of all that did chance , ' twere a long tale to tell , Of the dancers and dresses , and who was the belle ; But each was so happy , and all were so fair , That night stole away , and the dawn ...
... human hearts . Prior . BALL - sce Dancing . Of all that did chance , ' twere a long tale to tell , Of the dancers and dresses , and who was the belle ; But each was so happy , and all were so fair , That night stole away , and the dawn ...
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... human 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 . MS Dr ...
... human 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 . MS Dr ...
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... human race , To whom their God has given grace To read , to fear , to hope , to pray , Cowper . Pollok , Course of Time . To lift the latch , to force the way ; And better had they ne'er been born , Who read to doubt , or read to scorn ...
... human race , To whom their God has given grace To read , to fear , to hope , to pray , Cowper . Pollok , Course of Time . To lift the latch , to force the way ; And better had they ne'er been born , Who read to doubt , or read to scorn ...
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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...