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... wind , and piercing is the cold : Short is my passage to the friendly tomb , For I am poor and miserably old . Should I reveal the sources of my grief , If soft humanity e'er touch'd your breast , Your hands would not withhold the kind ...
... wind , and piercing is the cold : Short is my passage to the friendly tomb , For I am poor and miserably old . Should I reveal the sources of my grief , If soft humanity e'er touch'd your breast , Your hands would not withhold the kind ...
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... winds play no longer and sing in the leaves , Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives . Twelve years have elapsed , since I last took a view 5 Of my favourite field , and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they ...
... winds play no longer and sing in the leaves , Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives . Twelve years have elapsed , since I last took a view 5 Of my favourite field , and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they ...
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... winds and beating rain , In tempests shake the sylvan cell ; Or ' midst the chase , on every plain , The tender thought on thee shall dwell ; 20 COLLINS . Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved ...
... winds and beating rain , In tempests shake the sylvan cell ; Or ' midst the chase , on every plain , The tender thought on thee shall dwell ; 20 COLLINS . Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved ...
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... winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends , do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? 30 35 O tell me I yet have a ...
... winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more . My friends , do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? 30 35 O tell me I yet have a ...
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... wind , And drizzly rain doth fall . " " O stay me not , thou holy Friar ; O stay me not , I pray ; No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash fault away . " my " Yet stay , fair Lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For see ...
... wind , And drizzly rain doth fall . " " O stay me not , thou holy Friar ; O stay me not , I pray ; No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash fault away . " my " Yet stay , fair Lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For see ...
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angels arms beauty beneath bless breast breath bright charms clouds cries dark dead dear death deep delight doth earth Ev'n eyes fair faith fall fear field fire flowers give glory grace grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour kind king land leaves light live look Lord lost master mind morn move Nature never night o'er once pain passion peace pity pleasure poor praise pride raise rest rich rise rose round seen shade sight sing sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought train truth turn virtue voice wandering wave wild winds wings wish youth
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Page 106 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 143 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 144 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 53 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 256 - 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...
Page 75 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 232 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 141 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Page 256 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Page 109 - Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With...