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... head " Age had shed his reverend snows . The furniture of his apartment was simple , but not des- pisable ; on the table lay a bible , open with his spectacles on one of the pages ; and a few other books graced his shelves . He kindly ...
... head " Age had shed his reverend snows . The furniture of his apartment was simple , but not des- pisable ; on the table lay a bible , open with his spectacles on one of the pages ; and a few other books graced his shelves . He kindly ...
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... his guests , He was plac'd at the table above all the rest , · In a rich chair or bed , ' lin'd with fine crimson red , With a rich golden canopy over his head : B3 As he sat at his meat , the music play'd. LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 5.
... his guests , He was plac'd at the table above all the rest , · In a rich chair or bed , ' lin'd with fine crimson red , With a rich golden canopy over his head : B3 As he sat at his meat , the music play'd. LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 5.
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... head ; Or French Savans , in flattering vision came To hail the owner of his mighty name . How would he then have scorn'd the fate that now Sheds such contentment on his placid brow ; How turn with loathing from his humble lot , In that ...
... head ; Or French Savans , in flattering vision came To hail the owner of his mighty name . How would he then have scorn'd the fate that now Sheds such contentment on his placid brow ; How turn with loathing from his humble lot , In that ...
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... head ;. Not her's the fool - born jest and stifled sigh With which philosophers prépare to die . Her talk was lofty - yet ' twas humble too ; How much she had to hope , how much to do- How little she had done , how much remain'd To do ...
... head ;. Not her's the fool - born jest and stifled sigh With which philosophers prépare to die . Her talk was lofty - yet ' twas humble too ; How much she had to hope , how much to do- How little she had done , how much remain'd To do ...
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... head ! And this was given in proof - One sabbath day , When the good vicar made unusual stay , He climbed the reading - desk , and , venturous , took A portion from his old black - letter book ; Where he so well performed the parson's ...
... head ! And this was given in proof - One sabbath day , When the good vicar made unusual stay , He climbed the reading - desk , and , venturous , took A portion from his old black - letter book ; Where he so well performed the parson's ...
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arms Barnard Castle beautiful behold BETHLEM HOSPITAL bloom bosom Box Hill breast breath bright brow castle character charms cheek child church clouds cottage COUNTESS OF DEVONSHIRE dark daugh death delight Der Freischutz earth Evaline eyes fair father feelings flowers fortune garden genius glory grace grave hand happy hath heard heart heaven hills Holyrood Palace honour hour Kenilworth Castle King lady light live look Lord Mary mind morning mountains mourn nature never night Norham Castle o'er palace pass pleasure poet POOLEY BRIDGE poor pride queen rest rock rose round SAVOY PALACE scene Shakspeare side sigh Sir William Stanhope sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit sweet Tamworth tears tender thee thine thing thou thought tion tower trees village virtue walk Wallace's Cave weep wife wild young youth
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160 ページ - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
345 ページ - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
159 ページ - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
159 ページ - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
159 ページ - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
194 ページ - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep . These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
159 ページ - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
76 ページ - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed!
177 ページ - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
76 ページ - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...