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... Perhaps the happiest year of his life was that during which Lady Austen was his near neighbour . She dissipated his melancholy , stimulated his genius , and added a new charm to his life . To her some of his most perfect letters are ...
... Perhaps the happiest year of his life was that during which Lady Austen was his near neighbour . She dissipated his melancholy , stimulated his genius , and added a new charm to his life . To her some of his most perfect letters are ...
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... perhaps of the world . " Nor was this triumph wholly unmerited . Pope's poetry is the perfection of clearness and correct- ness according to a conventional standard . He is far the wittiest and most epigrammatic of English poets . But ...
... perhaps of the world . " Nor was this triumph wholly unmerited . Pope's poetry is the perfection of clearness and correct- ness according to a conventional standard . He is far the wittiest and most epigrammatic of English poets . But ...
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... perhaps by British bark again . But far beyond the rest , and with most cause Thee , gentle savage ! whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vain - glory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bow'rs , to ...
... perhaps by British bark again . But far beyond the rest , and with most cause Thee , gentle savage ! whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vain - glory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bow'rs , to ...
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... Perhaps errs little when she paints thee thus . She tells me too that duly ev'ry morn Thou climb'st the mountain top , with eager eye Exploring far and wide the wat❜ry waste , For sight of ship from England . Ev'ry speck , Seen in the ...
... Perhaps errs little when she paints thee thus . She tells me too that duly ev'ry morn Thou climb'st the mountain top , with eager eye Exploring far and wide the wat❜ry waste , For sight of ship from England . Ev'ry speck , Seen in the ...
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... perhaps Aware of nothing arduous in a task They never undertook , they little note His dangers or escapes , and haply find There least amusement where he found the most . But is amusement all ? studious of song , And yet ambitious not ...
... perhaps Aware of nothing arduous in a task They never undertook , they little note His dangers or escapes , and haply find There least amusement where he found the most . But is amusement all ? studious of song , And yet ambitious not ...
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adjective admire beauty beneath boast breath called Cambridge cause charms College common Compare COWP Cowper Cowper's day death divine dream dress earth Edited England English epithet ev'n ev'ry fair fancy feel Fellow flow'rs FRANCIS STORR French Garden Georgics German gives grace Greek hand happiness heart heav'n hence honour human John Henry Blunt Julius Cæsar king labour language Latin London Lord lost Lucretius Marlborough College means metaphor Milton mind nature Nebaioth never note on Sofa Notice o'er Olney once Ormus Oxford Paradise Lost peace pleasures poem poet poetry pow'rs praise R. C. JEBB Rugby School sake scene seems sense Shakespeare smiles Soul's College sound sweet task taste thee theme thine thou thought Timepiece town Trinity College true truth Unwin verb verse Virgil virtue wind winter wisdom word Wordsworth worth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 143 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Página 68 - For, don't you mark? we're made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see; And so they are better, painted— better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that; God uses us to help each other so, Lending our minds out.
Página 41 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Página 36 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Página 213 - The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence, For there is none to covet ; all are full. The lion, and the libbard, and the bear, Graze with the fearless flocks ; all bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the shade Of the same grove, and drink one common stream.
Página 122 - Made vocal for the amusement of the rest ; The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out ; And the clear voice symphonious, yet distinct, And in the charming strife triumphant still, Beguile the night, and set a keener edge On female industry ; the threaded steel Flies swiftly, and unfelt the task proceeds.
Página 201 - One spirit — His, Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivalled pencil, He' inspires Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, In grains as countless as the sea-side sands, The forms, with which he sprinkles all the earth.
Página 196 - And, seeking grace to improve the prize they hold, Would urge a wiser suit than asking more The night was winter in his roughest mood ; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Página 201 - Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade, that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Página 87 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.