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... thou- sands had passed by , for year on year , and seen nothing but weedy luxuri- ance , and weather - stained decay . The triumph of genius was in the dis- covery and the use - in detecting the value of that which , to all other eyes ...
... thou- sands had passed by , for year on year , and seen nothing but weedy luxuri- ance , and weather - stained decay . The triumph of genius was in the dis- covery and the use - in detecting the value of that which , to all other eyes ...
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... thou , my country ! thou art free ! The victor's wreath is thine ! Long may its roses bloom for thee ! Their thorns alone be mine ; Nor let proud Ammon's children see How dearly won thy victory . IT'S VERY ODD ! " It's very odd ...
... thou , my country ! thou art free ! The victor's wreath is thine ! Long may its roses bloom for thee ! Their thorns alone be mine ; Nor let proud Ammon's children see How dearly won thy victory . IT'S VERY ODD ! " It's very odd ...
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... thou art , dear unto us shalt thou henceforth be , if thou wilt but make a snatch at those five lean bones , though they be unworthy of a gripe . But the Rector interfered to save that withered hand , and yet , " it was very odd , " not ...
... thou art , dear unto us shalt thou henceforth be , if thou wilt but make a snatch at those five lean bones , though they be unworthy of a gripe . But the Rector interfered to save that withered hand , and yet , " it was very odd , " not ...
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... thou lived to see thy Penelope turn so very blue , -worse than the blue devils with which thou wert occasionally be- set , what would it have been to thy bewildered sense ? What couldst thou have done with a cerulean wife ? A sorry ...
... thou lived to see thy Penelope turn so very blue , -worse than the blue devils with which thou wert occasionally be- set , what would it have been to thy bewildered sense ? What couldst thou have done with a cerulean wife ? A sorry ...
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... thou- sand graceful forms and tints of the waving foliage rustle around , and the clouds sail high in the blue firmament above our head , our spirit leaps with- in us with joy and gladness , we inhale the free air of Heaven , ourselves ...
... thou- sand graceful forms and tints of the waving foliage rustle around , and the clouds sail high in the blue firmament above our head , our spirit leaps with- in us with joy and gladness , we inhale the free air of Heaven , ourselves ...
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88 ページ - Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
288 ページ - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
405 ページ - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved...
417 ページ - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
336 ページ - I have of late — but wherefore I know not- — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
298 ページ - He might have nourished us like " the fowls of the air and the lilies of the field," which " toil not, neither do they spin.
340 ページ - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently : for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
62 ページ - O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest. I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus
296 ページ - British monarchy, not more limited than fenced by the orders of the state, shall, like the proud Keep of Windsor, rising in the majesty of proportion, and girt with the double belt of its kindred and coeval towers...
76 ページ - ... you away. Fond fancy brought back to my slumbers Our walks on the Ness and the Den, And echoed the musical numbers Which you used to sing to me then. I know the romance, since it's over, 'Twere idle, or worse, to recall ; I know you're a terrible rover ; But Clarence, you'll come to our Ball ! It's only a year, since, at College, You put on your cap and your gown ; !But, Clarence...