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... sweet profusion upon wild and unculti- vated spots of earth , exposing their delicate eaves to the tread of the rude inhabitants of the wilderness , and spreading forth their scented charms to the careless mountain wind — in the ...
... sweet profusion upon wild and unculti- vated spots of earth , exposing their delicate eaves to the tread of the rude inhabitants of the wilderness , and spreading forth their scented charms to the careless mountain wind — in the ...
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... sweet voice that first sung him to sleep ; or of deformity and discord from the harsh brow whose frowns he first learned to dread , and the voice whose threatening tones were followed by punishment and pain . darkness in his infancy ...
... sweet voice that first sung him to sleep ; or of deformity and discord from the harsh brow whose frowns he first learned to dread , and the voice whose threatening tones were followed by punishment and pain . darkness in his infancy ...
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... sweet and plaintive sound , but we know not with all our wisdom what particular note the unseen minstrel will next produce , nor can we calculate the vibrations caused by his powerful but invisi- ble hand . When we hear the tender and ...
... sweet and plaintive sound , but we know not with all our wisdom what particular note the unseen minstrel will next produce , nor can we calculate the vibrations caused by his powerful but invisi- ble hand . When we hear the tender and ...
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... sweet things , rude hands have almost robbed it of its charm . Who can behold the pale Narcis- sus , standing by the silent brook , its stately form reflected in the glassy mirror , without losing themselves in that most fanciful of all ...
... sweet things , rude hands have almost robbed it of its charm . Who can behold the pale Narcis- sus , standing by the silent brook , its stately form reflected in the glassy mirror , without losing themselves in that most fanciful of all ...
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... sweet- ness , to die like its fair sisters , without mur- mur or regret . Blooming in the sterile waste , this lovely flower is seen unfolding its fair leaves where there is no beauty to reflect its own , and thus calling back the heart ...
... sweet- ness , to die like its fair sisters , without mur- mur or regret . Blooming in the sterile waste , this lovely flower is seen unfolding its fair leaves where there is no beauty to reflect its own , and thus calling back the heart ...
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Page 83 - 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 158 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Page 182 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 159 - And twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Page 166 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
Page 135 - When the most High divided to the nations their inheritance, when he separated the sons of Adam, he set the bounds of the people according to the number of the children of Israel.
Page 129 - And it came to pass, when he saw her, that he rent his clothes, and said, Alas, my daughter! thou hast brought me very low, and thou art one of them that trouble me: for I have opened my mouth unto the LORD, and I cannot go back.
Page 134 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Page 85 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Page 158 - These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.